They're not going to follow him. The urge grows, but they would dislike it if Lemm did the same when they needed a moment that became more.
They keep to the papers. It becomes organized in the barest sense of the word, with each rectangle moved to a stack and the stack into a row with barely a thought given to their contents.
He probably isn't going to call things off. It would be counterproductive to his studies. He wanted to be here. Was excited to be here. Isn't right now.
They'll be fine. They should tell him that. They go to their own paper, time and time again, only to put it back with a start of I or Don't without anything else more to add, not knowing how to continue. Discussing their literally-countless deaths prior to his learning this knowledge will not reassure, though the Knight wishes as much. A rare time they wished an ally had lashed out in advance, so they could've got this over with a Journal to the skull the first time they visited the City, so fragile compared to now.
The entire bed is covered in rows, neatly spaced apart. They hopped down at some point without thought to work on some of the papers nearest, and the whole thing's now framed with a couple rows on the floor as well, with the Knight standing and staring at the foot of it as though braced to rip through the near-flawless light-colored surface.
Their head snaps around to look at Lemm once he's finally, finally come back. They leap up to the bed, to be a closer height to him, and wait for the next move.
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Date: 2022-12-12 03:34 pm (UTC)They keep to the papers. It becomes organized in the barest sense of the word, with each rectangle moved to a stack and the stack into a row with barely a thought given to their contents.
He probably isn't going to call things off. It would be counterproductive to his studies. He wanted to be here. Was excited to be here. Isn't right now.
They'll be fine. They should tell him that. They go to their own paper, time and time again, only to put it back with a start of I or Don't without anything else more to add, not knowing how to continue. Discussing their literally-countless deaths prior to his learning this knowledge will not reassure, though the Knight wishes as much. A rare time they wished an ally had lashed out in advance, so they could've got this over with a Journal to the skull the first time they visited the City, so fragile compared to now.
The entire bed is covered in rows, neatly spaced apart. They hopped down at some point without thought to work on some of the papers nearest, and the whole thing's now framed with a couple rows on the floor as well, with the Knight standing and staring at the foot of it as though braced to rip through the near-flawless light-colored surface.
Their head snaps around to look at Lemm once he's finally, finally come back. They leap up to the bed, to be a closer height to him, and wait for the next move.