The feeling fades quickly - or rather is chased off - and is replaced by an ugly wave of embarrassment. Lemm hurries to smooth over it as soon as he's sure his voice won't shake.

"The air really is clearer." He forces himself to take his hand away from the wall, and he is careful that it does not find its way to the Knight instead. He's fine.

His gaze fixes on the tiktik, too.

He will be totally normal in just a second! Trouble is he doesn't reckon he's very good at small talk when it's not about relics, so bridging that second is a non-starter. Lemm just sort of awkwardly stands there staring at the little crawler and willing himself to move before the moment can stretch on any more obviously than it already - he should have said something to the Stag, he's still at the platform -

Lemm takes a sudden step forwards. "Shall we, then?"