Normally one might say of a dark, claustrophobic place that the air is clinging. It does not cling here. Nothing does. (And it clings.)
He shudders involuntarily, and he knows the Knight can feel it. He does not let go.
Lemm also does not turn back. There is too much gravity to this, and he has too many questions. For a moment or two he looks around, horns tilting this way and that, but the realisation sinks in quickly that there's no point in looking. There is just the soft glow beneath the Knight's feet, and the Void, and Lemm in the middle of it all. He might as well not be here.
He feels like he isn't. It's terrifying.
The Knight might be agitated to know that the feeling that rises in Lemm's chest is excitement, so maybe it's best they don't.
...He says nothing. But he gives the Knight's hand a small squeeze.
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He shudders involuntarily, and he knows the Knight can feel it. He does not let go.
Lemm also does not turn back. There is too much gravity to this, and he has too many questions. For a moment or two he looks around, horns tilting this way and that, but the realisation sinks in quickly that there's no point in looking. There is just the soft glow beneath the Knight's feet, and the Void, and Lemm in the middle of it all. He might as well not be here.
He feels like he isn't. It's terrifying.
The Knight might be agitated to know that the feeling that rises in Lemm's chest is excitement, so maybe it's best they don't.
...He says nothing. But he gives the Knight's hand a small squeeze.