Lemm makes an awkward little bob gesture with both hands to imply they should stay, please, and he'll be back. He retreats into a corner of the shop, stepping over strewn objects and between flurried papers to rummage around in a side room.

He returns quickly enough carrying a traveller's cloak, one with fur hem that smells of damp, and goes down on one knee to drape it around the Knight's shoulders.

He has not so much as looked at the mess since they both walked through the door. There is a more important priority than his collection.

Lemm does hesitate. But gingerly he follows the fabric until he can gather enough in his hands, and he starts to gently fluff the rain away, horns first.