[He doesn't actually feel at all guilty, though he does wish this could all be done without leaving Emet in actual pain--worst world, where you can't heal so easily with some aetherial help.

He brushes his fingers over the back of Emet's neck, gentle and fond, soothing at the noises of pain.]

It is not self-blame. But... Perhaps some regret. Too focused on precious things we hope to save, but not enough on those still with me.

[He slides his hand down Emet's back, rinsing him off, gently working him clean from shoulders to thighs, being thorough. Which does include gently slipping a finger in his ass to help clean him.]