[ He nods, wandering deeper into the apartment where he can take a seat. His wound still bothers him, if not physically then psychologically. Of course it could be healed good as new no doubt, but he isn't sure he deserves that, and he certainly isn't going to ask it of Hythlodaeus.

He partly suspected that Hermes would ask for forgiveness. He's soft, and Emet-Selch recognizes soft. His mind reels slowly through various responses he can give, but he allows Hermes to finish speaking as he wishes. ]

It is Hythlodaeus you hurt more than me. We are both fond of you, you know that.

[ He shakes his head. It had been disappointing to say the least. Not the end of the world, though. Not this time, anyway. Only the real Meteion is capable of sparking that, apparently. ]

Yes, I was angry. But to stay angry ... that would only be hypocritical of me.

[ He sighs deeply. ] So your plea is unnecessary. I will not say your actions were not foolish and stupid, but I do forgive you.