Lemm has since learned better than to take a lack of response from them and run with it. He watches them for a moment, giving them time just in case they need a moment to think.

Curled up under that blanket, they remind him of a time long past when he was tired and afraid and debating whether or not to stay in this place of endless rain and husks. He beats the comparison down with a stick. It won't do to go soft.

"Do you understand?" he repeats sharply, when it's been long enough. "You just do whatever you want."

Lemm sets the shop key on a shelf. The door will stay open.