[He leans more heavily on Emet, the warm water and previous activities do make him feel bonelessly weak already, without the induced bloodloss.

His breath hitches, after a little while, pulse fluttering a bit raggedly, fingers curling into Emet-Selch's arm as he starts to feel short of breath from the lack of blood, his chest tight. Emet-Selch could go a bit further without exactly endangering him but from this point it would require a finer bit of judgment.

He doesn't say stop or squirm or protest though, just struggles to breathe deeper, all his weight on Emet now, dizzy and pale but perfectly trusting.]