Again, there is a bit of a delay as Hythlodaeus processes Irhya's words - and then smiles subtly as it gets through to him.

"Ah... Indeed. I imagine he dislikes... being in public like this..."

Slowly, he shrugs off his vest - over time, he's started dressing closer in fashion to Hades, - but stops when confronted with the buttons of his shirt, seemingly puzzled. Shock and trauma operate in strange ways, and sometimes even these simple things become too hard for Hythlodaeus to figure out. He gives Irhya a somewhat helpless look.

"Irhya... Could you help?.."