[ He watched her head back toward the cave mouth though the eyes that watched were rift wtih interest, but also there was a strange emotion just underneath the surface that he could not put a name to except maybe that it was somewhere between contentment and trepidation.   He had always feared the sort of unknown that he himself couldn't control and right now he could see that in Alumette's mere presence.

But he'd known exactly what he was getting into when he approached the Scions back in the Courtyard of the Crystarium.   Though he had alerted not a soul, he knew the part and parcel of her soul, it's very ins and outs since throughout time, he'd seen it emerge and then estinguish to varying degrees. ]

Do you honestly think that they would believe me, if I told them?

[ Oh come on, Emet-Selch knew how this game worked and he also knew that the Scions would call him a liar, they had called him as such many upon many a times.   He would stand accused of lying, he'd really ought not bother to begin with.  Yes, it would be their little secret and he'd not breath a word to them. ]

However how cladestine you are making it out to be-- makes me feel positively wicked to be sneaking abut just like this.

[ and no matter how it was painted?  It still smelled of sneaking around. ]