Lemm is definitely looking at them when they tilt their head, but he doesn't have anything to say, so he keeps picking things up. The King's Idol still rests where he left it, gleaming in the lamplight. It's partly obscured once Lemm returns the salvaged journals to the desk, though, and he seats himself back down after retrieving a new unbroken quill pen from a once-shiny holder made to look like wing scales.
The soft scratch of the pen is a little louder than the brush work, and it's punctuated occasionally by a sigh and the creak of his seat as Lemm sits back to figure out a stubborn bit of text.
After a while, as subtly as he can manage, he checks on the Hollow Knight. Just a little glance up. Because he can't forget they're here this time, he's-- he's not worried, none of his business, but. But they're not well and they're watching him and...
Lemm turns his face back down and forces himself to work.
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Date: 2020-09-01 08:51 pm (UTC)The soft scratch of the pen is a little louder than the brush work, and it's punctuated occasionally by a sigh and the creak of his seat as Lemm sits back to figure out a stubborn bit of text.
After a while, as subtly as he can manage, he checks on the Hollow Knight. Just a little glance up. Because he can't forget they're here this time, he's-- he's not worried, none of his business, but. But they're not well and they're watching him and...
Lemm turns his face back down and forces himself to work.
"I'll be closing the shop soon. No need to move."