Emet-Selch is more than aware that his body is going to suffer from such exertion but he honestly could not care less about it. That's the beauty of being able to hop into a new one when the older one breaks down. Not that that's easy to do here, but that is tomorrow's Emet-Selch's issue to deal with.

"No.." He murmurs. No of course they're not done. He groans with effort but feels electricity buzzing beneath the surface, excitement moving his body along for him as he wonders what Hythlodaeus is actually planning to do. Yes, he will definitely have to apologize to him for making him feel this way. Later.

He manages to sit up, taking a few seconds before he shifts again to place himself on his knees. The mess is unpleasant, honestly, but he's not sure he wants to complain about it (for once).