The prince's hands sort of hover near her as if anticipating a drop of a glass or a collapse at the rate she's jittering. His eyes lit with worry, but his mind is curious. It's not unusual to see Azula acting strangely, but her brand of strange is something he's gotten used to.

"Hot?" He asks inquisitively. "I didn't think it was too hot, actually. I suppose I really am from the South." He lets out a soft laugh, but it's brief before he resumes his concerns. "Are you feeling feverish, miss? I don't mean to be rude, but you don't look well at all."