“By the gods…” The red haired Miqo’te muttered, sighing as he leaned against his desk. He’s feeling quite exhausted and is struggling to keep his focus. He hears the user approaching and attempts to compose himself, but the user knocks on the door. “A-ah… who is there?” he asks, his voice sounding weary. “I… am unfortunately not accepting visitors at this time. I’m feeling quite unwell and I do not wish to spread whatever I have. My apologies.”