Lemm isn't sure what they're doing at first, but when the understanding sets in he mildly tries to extricate his arm from their little inspection and snickers, going to pat them on the head instead.

"Ah, aren't you fussy. No, you'll find I'm a sturdy old thing... What about you, then? I hardly know where to look, or what to do about it if I found anything."

Lemm peers at the little shade and searches for signs, his hand lingering and sort of gently nudging them to turn this way and that. He really doesn't know what he's looking for. Maybe he should ask the Knight about that, but already he's doubting there will be a next time, so maybe there's no point.