Lemm is still a little rattled from earlier (and from - this), so his responses are a little more tentative, and are punctuated with regular glances to the Knight to reassure himself things are going fine, actually.

But they seem to be. Slowly, Lemm's usual tone returns.

"Ah, this - "

He can't measure a Shade, no matter how still they try to stay. Too fuzzy around the edges, wouldn't serve his point. Lemm draws nearer to the Knight, holds out his hand, and unpins a finger to let the end of the tape cascade to the ground like a ribbon. He steps on the end and pulls it taut.

"Shows you how big something is." Do they know numbers? It's not a high one, anyway "Admittedly not something I often need, but sometimes you can tell an era or style of journaling or architecture by the size." A slight pause, and Lemm glances down at what he's measuring. He adjusts his hand slightly so that the tape's close to the tip of the Knight's horn. "Post-Scydosellan," he decides offhandedly.

The tape is wound back up, and the lens is held out between his fingers; he tilts it so that the Shade can see the glass goes all the way through, and moves the brush behind it so that the fibers are visible if they look through it. "This is for small details. The magnification's strong. Don't hurt your eyes."