Rhel is clearly having none of it as she goes about checking for corruption as if Yua was a neophyte in the guild who accidentally got too close to the void. Emet-Selch, meanwhile, just stares.

"I'm sorry, did I just hear you say you summoned twenty parts of your soul?"

Rhel snorts. "Have fun explaining that," she mutters. "And he doesn't have the benefit of three bottles of good Lomisian brandy to make it all go down smoother."