Lemm is less clumsy at climbing up this time now that he's done it once. The Stag still has to accommodate, but at least he's slightly more sure-footed. His grip on the rail is just as tight however.

The result at the other end of the line is a considerably ruffled Lemm with an even worse-ruffled beard - the air rushing past has done the dampness no favours, and there's strands sticking out all over the place. Lemm seems mostly unaware of this as he shakily clambers down onto the platform.

He would love to just walk away with even less acknowledgement than last time. But he's already convinced himself it matters, so with as much normality as he can muster he turns back and gives the Old Stag a jerky little dip of the horns.