[While he had respected Emet-Selch's need for him to not make physical contact, it is clear that Hythlodaeus is nothing of that same sort. Themis pours himself more coffee and slides the pot over towards the other two. A long sip does much to warm him physically to match the way his friends have done so emotionally, taking it black this time. The bitterness is bracing, and does him good.

Then, he reaches his free hand out to rest it upon Hythlodaeus's arm. His fingers curl gently, to support and ground.]

I could perhaps be your dearest, shortest friend?

[He grins as he says it, taking the easy joke at his own expense for what it is. Slight pressure with his fingertips follow.]

Emet-Selch is correct in his statements. But it is important to recognize that none of us are alone in this. You are yourselves, none other, and you are not alone. Whatever it is you may need, I am here for you. I will be here for you. However you decide that support may be, whatever you need, I will see it through.