Lemm has no damned idea what to do with them. Having guests is for other bugs, and they aren't really a guest just because they're horizontal on his floor. He doesn't know how to treat whatever is wrong with them. They'd be better off anywhere else, with anyone else.
Lemm is many things, but he's not cruel. He heaves a deeply inconvenienced sigh.
"Stay there, then."
He straightens up somewhat stiffly, and remedies the anxious tightness in his chest by pottering around and adding more clutter to the situation.
A throw-pillow is at some point slipped under their mask, embroidered and scratchy and smelling a lot like several years spent under a couch. (He's careful when he does it, and lifts their head only by the far end of a horn, opposite side to the break.) The blanket is far too small and Lemm scavenges a curtain from somewhere, thick and weighted, that probably originated from some noble's study. He has nothing appropriate. He's never needed anything appropriate. The curtain is draped loosely over the Hollow Knight and is not adjusted again.
Lemm awkwardly disappears into another room, stumbling over some large carved mantelpiece trinket and cursing under his breath, and then there is the suspiciously kitchen-like sound of clinking utensils and pouring water.
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Date: 2020-09-01 08:02 am (UTC)Lemm is many things, but he's not cruel. He heaves a deeply inconvenienced sigh.
"Stay there, then."
He straightens up somewhat stiffly, and remedies the anxious tightness in his chest by pottering around and adding more clutter to the situation.
A throw-pillow is at some point slipped under their mask, embroidered and scratchy and smelling a lot like several years spent under a couch. (He's careful when he does it, and lifts their head only by the far end of a horn, opposite side to the break.) The blanket is far too small and Lemm scavenges a curtain from somewhere, thick and weighted, that probably originated from some noble's study. He has nothing appropriate. He's never needed anything appropriate. The curtain is draped loosely over the Hollow Knight and is not adjusted again.
Lemm awkwardly disappears into another room, stumbling over some large carved mantelpiece trinket and cursing under his breath, and then there is the suspiciously kitchen-like sound of clinking utensils and pouring water.