[Dohalim catches that hint in Morax's voice, and he knows it would be unfair to blame him for his own... hang ups. however, with the tension still in his mind and body, he it can be heard in his voice when he speaks]

...Yes, they are. However, I may retire from dinner early, regretfully.

[he looks away idly, down the hallway, his bangs covering his eyes and face. he has no intention of striking up small talk with anyone else for the night, though he may have to inform someone of their short dinner, and perhaps have a small meal delivered to his room later on in the night. he knows for a fact that he won't get much sleep tonight, either, not with his mind racing as much as it is]

If you are still hungry, I can have something sent to your room later tonight, if you would like.

[reaching up, Dohalim crosses his arm over his chest to rest his hand on his shoulder. a posture of comfort when he's feeling his most insecure, as if trying to hold himself together. his fingers drum against his shoulder gently, as if trying to decide on something]

I can... Send Melqal to you, as well.