Lemm is distracted and paying none of the right attention, because he is trusted to be near someone small and fragile and impressionable, and he has gotten a bit lost in the woods. Everything else fades a bit beside this. It's so new.
This is why when his self-preservation instincts kick in they kick in suddenly and with no buffer. He whirls 180 degrees and sees debris showering from above and an armoured form among it, and with not even a millisecond wasted Lemm scrambles for cover--
-- leaving Greenhorn behind, no, not like that, he can't do that -
- his feet skid beneath him and he turns back, and lunges clumsily back to grab wildly at one of Greenhorn's shadowy tendrils, not even convinced he'll make contact. This, first. This first.
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This is why when his self-preservation instincts kick in they kick in suddenly and with no buffer. He whirls 180 degrees and sees debris showering from above and an armoured form among it, and with not even a millisecond wasted Lemm scrambles for cover--
-- leaving Greenhorn behind, no, not like that, he can't do that -
- his feet skid beneath him and he turns back, and lunges clumsily back to grab wildly at one of Greenhorn's shadowy tendrils, not even convinced he'll make contact. This, first. This first.