Finally starting to start

Emile's mind was a whirling mess, it'd had been quite some time since his visit with Pontifex and since then the purple man had refused to leave his thoughts. Even still it took until now for him to build up his courage enough to well and truly do what he'd known he needed to do since then. Not that he was feeling good about it. Emile tried to keep the image of Pontifex clear in his mind as he moved from his room, it was about the only thing that kept him from darting from shadow to shadow as he might otherwise feel inclined to. He'd walk himself to the courtyard and then- Emile paused... He hesitated. He wasn't sure he'd ever actually called for anyone before but he was also pretty damn sure that if he was forced to seek out Artorias he'd lose his nerve the moment he crossed anyone else so this had to be it.

Emile's howl did not stutter even if his tone was unsure. He tired his best to ignore any eyes that may have turned his way and stop himself from ducking his head to hide his scar as he usually did. He would be strong enough today not to... Wouldn't he?