Mykha trusted him about as far as she could throw the Source's Crystal Tower from beyond the void, though part of that is chalked up to a soul-deep distrust that she is uncertain should be undone no matter how charitable Emet-Selch can be. Still, she did bow her head in a faint nod, her eyelids heavy as she fought the way the room spun for the briefest instant.

"Mm, yes. It is...the lingering pain that worries me." Flexing her fingers, she looked to her hands, clenching them as tightly as she could, but the joints had grown stiff and there was a tremor that she attempted to disguise by smoothing her sashes. Twiddling with the decorative beaded chains and feathers that hung from her.

"In all my years I've not experienced anything like it." True her life was a mere blink compared to his, no matter how long she herself had lived. "I know the pain brought by the Echo, but this is more than that. More intense. I do not think there is aught that can be done for it, is there?"