He removes his own hands from his ears and tries to unclench his jaw. Fine. Fine! So they are basically at the mercy of fiends whose singular fear is light. In other words, his least favourite aspect - and one he can't even control right now.

Vi's words barely make it through to him past the ringing in his head. It takes longer for Mr Expedition's own shouts to register, at which point he scowls upwards.

"Be nice! Remember the attack! And items have power!"

Once the...man? Fae? Seems satisfied they have both heard him, he bows and disappears, leaving Emet-Selch to shout pointlessly at the air.

"And what is that supposed to mean?!"