Mikh'tan felt... better at the feel of the arm around him. Just leaning in against Hythlodaeus' side, taking comfort in the solid presence.

"Yeah I... got that impression. They both seem... well, I can see why you're friends with them." Both from the time he'd spent around Emet, both here and back home, as well as the stories he'd heard of Azem, the fond way even Emet seemed to speak of him with, no matter the annoyance he complained with.

As it was, he still didn't feel he was... surely they had been mistaken on assuming him to be part of Azem.