A journey that is smooth, but seems very long. No prey likes being out in the open and one bound and unable to flee even less so. When they reach home and the door closes, Elidibus does relax a little. The feathers don't seem as ruffled up.

He is swift to make a little distance between himself and Emet-Selch, though it moves him further from the only logical way out. There's windows, sure. He might even thikn of trying to test those boundaries if made nervous enough.

It's not as though the spoken word 'safe' doesn't stir nervousness in him even now. The bindings remain but aren't tested. And he nods.

"My gratitude for your support, Emet-Selch." He takes a moment to look around. "By your leave, I would ask you secure my room. I believe it is best that I rest for a time."