[It feels oddly similar to waking up from a dream - a really immersive one, like the ones they all experienced during last year's spring equinox. Hijikata needs a moment to reorient himself. Emet-Selch's feelings are almost palpable in the air, and once again he's torn between extending a gesture of comfort to the other man and respecting his personal space... and once more the latter wins out, just barely, because he just isn't good at comfort. There's warmth in his voice when he speaks, though, after a look at the time on his phone (the unchanging darkness makes it impossible to tell how long they were in the illusionary Amaurot).]

We sure got swallowed up in there! I'd actually come to give you these.

[He takes a couple of pouches from his sling bag. Emet-Selch will find that they contain some large purple bulbs, respectively a mix of amethysts, moontone, and pure iron, all in small sizes.]

Have them as a favour. You've done enough for us in turn.

["Us" being the Yuureisengumi. His subordinates told him that the alchemist has been an invaluable source of knowledge and advice for them on the few occasions they got stuck in their investigations.]