[He can cling. It doesn't seem to bother Emet-Selch much at all, really. After all, the flesh is but a vessel. He wraps one arm around the man's shoulders without a further word.
He'll let the silence stretch. No need to push. If Ardyn has else he wants to say, it will come when it comes - such is the infinite patience of the immortal.]
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He'll let the silence stretch. No need to push. If Ardyn has else he wants to say, it will come when it comes - such is the infinite patience of the immortal.]