Lemm can't help but be a little bit amused. Here is something the Lord of Shades couldn't do, he thinks.
"You had your work cut out for you."
(He can read that annoyance. Lemm has watched them write enough now that it's like picking up nuance in speech, and he thinks he sees them pressing just a little bit harder into the page. He's rarely picked up on this kind of thing in times past, but here they are.)
Lemm quirks his head slightly to one side in what might have been an amused laugh if he were the type, and just sets to wandering through the papers, peering down at them with one hand idly combing his beard, looking for a name.
"You managed, didn't you? I can't imagine what that would be like, but it says a lot about you, you know."
Maybe that's too far. They aren't a passage in a historical carving and he'd never think of stating his take-away understandings directly to any of the figures he's studied before. But it's positive? He hopes it's positive.
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"You had your work cut out for you."
(He can read that annoyance. Lemm has watched them write enough now that it's like picking up nuance in speech, and he thinks he sees them pressing just a little bit harder into the page. He's rarely picked up on this kind of thing in times past, but here they are.)
Lemm quirks his head slightly to one side in what might have been an amused laugh if he were the type, and just sets to wandering through the papers, peering down at them with one hand idly combing his beard, looking for a name.
"You managed, didn't you? I can't imagine what that would be like, but it says a lot about you, you know."
Maybe that's too far. They aren't a passage in a historical carving and he'd never think of stating his take-away understandings directly to any of the figures he's studied before. But it's positive? He hopes it's positive.