He is very slow, and much of his reading is stitched together with on-the-spot corrections. Ah that means - I think this is supposed to be a metaphor - I don't know this word. It is disjointed and stuttering, his pronunciation is completely off, it's no polished reading.
He is a little surprised and hesitant when they hand him one more, but it's encouraging. So he reads.
It is about Ogrim and Isma, some observation of much skirting-around culimating in a furtive meeting in Ze'mer's foyer that she happened to note down for one's eyes only. It was interrupted quick, but Ze'mer had opinions.
Lemm keeps going, reading whatever they hand him and reaching for papers when they don't. All stories of Hallownest, some of them told by Ze'mer and some of them lamented to no audience by the Grey Mourner far more recently. (Both contain equally happy memories. It is the coherence that changes.)
All the time, Lemm's hand remains curled around the Knight's, occasionally fidgeting in the pauses between by brushing a thumb lightly over the back of their paw as if to occupy their time before he finds his reading place again.
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He is a little surprised and hesitant when they hand him one more, but it's encouraging. So he reads.
It is about Ogrim and Isma, some observation of much skirting-around culimating in a furtive meeting in Ze'mer's foyer that she happened to note down for one's eyes only. It was interrupted quick, but Ze'mer had opinions.
Lemm keeps going, reading whatever they hand him and reaching for papers when they don't. All stories of Hallownest, some of them told by Ze'mer and some of them lamented to no audience by the Grey Mourner far more recently. (Both contain equally happy memories. It is the coherence that changes.)
All the time, Lemm's hand remains curled around the Knight's, occasionally fidgeting in the pauses between by brushing a thumb lightly over the back of their paw as if to occupy their time before he finds his reading place again.