Out of sight, Lemm finishes setting out what he needs and waits for water to boil and... stares at a wall.
There is a lot to work through. He thinks about the little ghost, the one that visited those few times and silently dumped relics on his desk, and how the Hollow Knight did exactly the same thing in the same kind of silence. He considers what it means that he hasn't seen the little one in a while, but yet an impossible fragment of the past showed up unannounced practically on his doorstep.
He doesn't know what sickness they have... if it's a sickness at all. They could easily have faked the whole thing, could be robbing him blind right now as he stands staring into space -
Lemm rolls his eyes and pours water over tea he rescued from an abandoned cafe some months back, and unhurriedly carries two mismatched antique cups into the main room. He shoves an ancient rolled-up carpet with his foot, nudging it into place, and sits down on it beside the Hollow Knight. Lemm sets one of the cups on the floor, within view and reach. If they're even still watching. He can't tell.
"Don't know what I expect you to do with it," he mumbles, "but it'll warm your hand at least." Sometimes tea is less about drinking it, and more about it keeping you company.
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There is a lot to work through. He thinks about the little ghost, the one that visited those few times and silently dumped relics on his desk, and how the Hollow Knight did exactly the same thing in the same kind of silence. He considers what it means that he hasn't seen the little one in a while, but yet an impossible fragment of the past showed up unannounced practically on his doorstep.
He doesn't know what sickness they have... if it's a sickness at all. They could easily have faked the whole thing, could be robbing him blind right now as he stands staring into space -
Lemm rolls his eyes and pours water over tea he rescued from an abandoned cafe some months back, and unhurriedly carries two mismatched antique cups into the main room. He shoves an ancient rolled-up carpet with his foot, nudging it into place, and sits down on it beside the Hollow Knight. Lemm sets one of the cups on the floor, within view and reach. If they're even still watching. He can't tell.
"Don't know what I expect you to do with it," he mumbles, "but it'll warm your hand at least." Sometimes tea is less about drinking it, and more about it keeping you company.