Watching as Artemis seemed to be steadying himself, Azrael's brow knit with a great degree of concern--though he did not move forward or encroach on his space any more than necessary in that moment. "Ah, my apologies. I hadn't intended to tell you," he said, though he knew that was incredibly unhelpful.

"Many things have changed since last you knew me, I'm afraid," he said then, his voice a soft and thoughtful murmur; accented still gently with his French.