[ No more soldiers to be seen. Just the dark, blankness of clear water. ]

Hmm. I see.

[ He eyes the boy's anxious - nervous? - posture and snorts softly. Emet-Selch knows he looks intimidating but habits of several thousand years are difficult to break. ]

Don't worry, boy, I'm not going to eat you. Shall I see if I can influence these waters into showing a more pleasant scene?