"Oh true. I suppose Emet wouldn't have the patience to wait on me overlong, would he?" Mikka mused, taking a slow sip of tea. "He'd be grumbling and grousing as he came looking to drag me off by my ear."

He'd never one to share emotions. Not those beyond positive things, things that might worry or burden others. He'd learned early on that those things didn't... matter. And once they did, he couldn't. Not if he wanted to keep everyone's spirits up.

It meant he was a bit startled by Hythlodaeus' offer, a bit off-guard by being on this side of the equation for once.

"Oh, I was just..." He sighed softly, shaking his head. "I suppose it doesn't really matter at this point."