Still tunnel-visioning the paper, Lemm just nods slightly, only even noticeable because his horns dip. Hard to do much else without giving himself away. He's still riding the unpleasant lurch of realising exactly what was done, though he's fighting hard to keep all of that to himself. Wouldn't do to make this about him.

His hands drop and he jerks his head up just in time to see the back of them vanishing out of the door. Something tightens worse in his stomach.

"I'll hear you!" he answers just in time. "Go, but don't disappear on me. I'll hear everything yet."

Lemm rests his head miserably on one hand, toying with the edges of the notes they've written as he rereads them ad nauseam. He's involved, whether he likes it or not. History is so much more frightening this way.