It wasn't common for Azem to slip into moods like this. But when he did, it was entirely like him to hide it from others. Behind his usual bravado, perhaps a bit more reckless than usual until either Hythlodaeus or Emet-Selch bullied him into dealing with whatever was troubling him. It seemed no different in Mikh'tan, though he seemed more to hide such things behind a shy, sweet demeanor more than anything.

He didn't notice Hythlodaeus approaching, or the muf being set near him until he spoke up, and the man could likely see the way the Miqo'te started visibly, pulling a small smile from the aether as quick as a blink, for all the other had certainly seen the pensive, troubled look from before.

"Oh! Hythlodaeus, I didn't... you all aren't waiting on me are you?" He set his pen and paper aside, gingerly taking up the offered tea.