[ Cat paws. Emet-Selch wrinkles his nose. It's been a long time since he has felt like someone is trying to tease him. ]

...Well, I cannot conjure oven mitts right now. Or ever. [ He scowls at the reminder. Without the ability to create, he's just another mage. ] And there is precious little ice aether to be found here. I'll need to return to the other side of the mountain, I suppose...

[ Ugh. EFFORT. But seeing the way she channels ice magic around her has given him an idea of how to carry the crystals away. ]