[ The horse is half mad and frenzied. It whinnies loudly and stamps its hooves, seeming to grow slightly larger. Emet-Selch ignores it, knowing that freeing the creature will be the best way to help. ]

I can see how far it reaches, [ he rasps tightly. His throat aches from the dryness of their surroundings. ] I'll wager I'm the only one who can. Power is not the issue - I can't focus on this whilst having to defend myself.