Lemm's fidgeting stills at that, though not because he feels any more confident - his hands cling tight to the strap as he tries to win over a sudden flutter of nerves.

"I'd -" love to, really "- be fine with it. I thought I was clear enough." It sounds a tiny bit like irritation at having to repeat himself. It is not.

But what should he say? It's different now that he's been given the task by someone else, and hasn't just... stumbled across a sibling by accident. This is a deliberate responsibility! Given to him on purpose. Lemm shifts in place, then clears his throat decisively.

"Anything I shouldn't-? I mean. You'll have rules, probably."