[he's just glancing at vax, there, watching his hand in a very flat sort of 'what do you even want from me here' way. but he's probably had to unsling his giant sword from his back to sit, leaving it next to him; emet selch carefully takes the flower between two fingers, then swipes its stem over the sharp edge of his sword.
no subject
it's decent, if not the Most precise.]
Satisfied?