There is a cold rush up his arm that has nothing to do with Void. The bump was not rough - it is anything but - but he wasn't expecting a response at all, and the surprise of it snaps his hand away and tight back to the strap of his bag, betraying him.
Lemm nods, short, unceremonious. "Light bounces in a prism. Echoes," he thinks out loud. But this moment is not about the theory. It is about something else.
Still walking at their side, Lemm silently fights off the snapshot memories of things he has seen others do in a situation similar to this. Could pull them to his side by a horn and hold them there by the shoulder as they walk. Could rest a hand on their head, crack some terrible joke. Stop and kneel and put hands on their shoulders and talk. Do any number of things that Relic Seeker Lemm is not suited to and never has been. Is not suited to. Is not allowed.
It is so much harder to take the brakes off when it isn't his last chance to keep them around. But they're grieving, so some things are expected, even if it's barely anything at all.
"No one's fault," he says again, energyless and typical and clinical and... trying, anyway. "Not yours, not hers."
On, then. He hops up and keeps going. They've history to get to.
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Date: 2022-11-23 12:13 am (UTC)Lemm nods, short, unceremonious. "Light bounces in a prism. Echoes," he thinks out loud. But this moment is not about the theory. It is about something else.
Still walking at their side, Lemm silently fights off the snapshot memories of things he has seen others do in a situation similar to this. Could pull them to his side by a horn and hold them there by the shoulder as they walk. Could rest a hand on their head, crack some terrible joke. Stop and kneel and put hands on their shoulders and talk. Do any number of things that Relic Seeker Lemm is not suited to and never has been. Is not suited to. Is not allowed.
It is so much harder to take the brakes off when it isn't his last chance to keep them around. But they're grieving, so some things are expected, even if it's barely anything at all.
"No one's fault," he says again, energyless and typical and clinical and... trying, anyway. "Not yours, not hers."
On, then. He hops up and keeps going. They've history to get to.