"As it has also evaded you," Altair commented, with a slight bit of humor in his tone. They were both rather familiar with insomnia, for one reason or another, "I brought you some tea."

He moved closer to put the cup for Thrawn down on his desk, before withdrawing to take up a position by the door as he so often did, undoing his mask to set it aside so he could drink his own tea before it got cold. His pale hair was somewhat uncharacteristically messy, suggesting that he might have tried to sleep earlier in the night, but had given up, and just not bothered to brush his hair back into its usual neat style while working on other things.

"Too much doom and gloom on your mind again?" He asked, though despite the attempt at humor in his choice of words, his tone was sincere- even worried.

"Any more nights like this and I might suggest that I come soothe you to sleep with the Force from now on, you know."

That was a joke. Sincerely.