He was going to haphazardly fling the damp curtain over his desk, but there are things on there now that may very well be priceless. He eyes them sharply and then turns to the window instead and looks up at the empty curtain-rail.

He looks back at their tall self now kneeling in his shop like they're asking forgiveness or something. Then he eyes the Nail with some unreadable little look - and promptly lets his gaze slide smoothly off it as though it was never a problem to begin with, and looks back up at the tall window. Lemm hasn't flinched. He's realising he had no reason to in the first place.

"Before we go - do you think this curtain will fit on those hooks?" he asks. "Just curious. I can't reach."