He does, actually, notice. Perhaps it's his reliquary studies - he's good with small details. But whatever he sees, he keeps to himself. (Never mind that he's seen another incidence just like this, a tinier and more compact version, wandering in with relics and leaking particles of blackness into his air. He didn't say anything then. He doesn't say anything now...)
...Three. Good. Lemm nods, and then pats their fingers back down gently into a fist, pushing their hand down to rest on the counter again. He dumps the snapped pen into a drawer and thinks about what to do next.
Sigh. "Aren't we in a predicament." Lemm doesn't have a guest room, blankets, the time or the patience. Hates that he thought about it. Not his problem. Not, not, not. He doesn't take guests...!
"Fine," he says, and Lemm steps away and disappears for a long moment.
When he reappears again it's without any warning - and anyway he's just there to slip an arm under the Hollow Knight, a tiny old bearded bug trying to lift a semi-armoured beanpole three times his size, because he's dragged his only dry blanket into the corner and that's a better place than slumped over the counter. Nothing personal. Remotely.
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Date: 2020-08-31 08:39 pm (UTC)...Three. Good. Lemm nods, and then pats their fingers back down gently into a fist, pushing their hand down to rest on the counter again. He dumps the snapped pen into a drawer and thinks about what to do next.
Sigh. "Aren't we in a predicament." Lemm doesn't have a guest room, blankets, the time or the patience. Hates that he thought about it. Not his problem. Not, not, not. He doesn't take guests...!
"Fine," he says, and Lemm steps away and disappears for a long moment.
When he reappears again it's without any warning - and anyway he's just there to slip an arm under the Hollow Knight, a tiny old bearded bug trying to lift a semi-armoured beanpole three times his size, because he's dragged his only dry blanket into the corner and that's a better place than slumped over the counter. Nothing personal. Remotely.