Lemm doesn't move. Doesn't look up, either, but he can hear the Knight dripping wet as they hop up onto the bench.

The debate he's having internally is deafening. He's a Relic Seeker, he's just working with the Knight to uncover the history the relics won't tell him, they are not familiar. But he's done this once, hasn't he? No, that was different, it was an emergency, it doesn't mean it sets a precedent. But has everything been just work? No - definitively no.

He is not, not the type to be doing favours for someone, does not have friends - but he does now, maybe, and Lemm is left with not a single clue as to how familiar he should be. They're fine, they've been damp before, clearly it isn't a bother and he'd be pushing his luck - he could just give them the coat and they could do it themselves is the thing but he just -

It is unbelievably stupid that this is a difficult action to take, and it's making him feel more like a weird alien the longer he stands there. Why doesn't he just ask. And then he'll know where he ought to stand.

"Knight." Lemm fiddles pointedly with the coat and dips his head at them in a vague sort of way. "Shall I-?"