Lemm doesn't bother them. He's in some back room, probably intended to be a storage closet and instead turned into a small and stark bedroom. His life's work is out in the shop. Bed is for sleeping and nothing else.

Not that he manages sleep for a long time. And it's not because he's donated his blanket, though that doesn't help. It's just...

There is a person out in his shop far bigger than he is and much, much older, they are strange and a stranger and familiar and a relic at the same time. And he's putting an embargo on asking questions and that's hard. And now he's virtually promised to talk to them again, which is a commitment, as if he's someone who has social interaction marked on his calendar, as if!

Maybe the overthinking is why he sleeps late.