As deadened as the Exarch’s emotions have become, a threat to Lyna still draws an instant reaction - the one ear flattened back and face contorted into a snarl for a long moment before he catches himself, his bond with the tower causing its ambient aetheric hum to grow loud and threatening. “You will not.”

Eyes narrowed, he fixes Emet-Selch with a glare, the subtle red glow of his eyes becoming somehow brighter. “Make no mistake: the only reason you can roam the Tower as you do is because I allow it - ‘twould be too great a drain to keep you further confined. Should you think to harm Lyna, that will change.”