Lemm hovers the whole time. Yes, he knows they can manage. It's more about being backup just in case. No one likes being clocked between the horns by a metal ornament.

When the sconce comes away from the wall, he even prepares himself to catch this time - they're fine, though.

Lemm nods approvingly and goes to retrieve the other one, tucking it into his bag. It's getting a little heavier, but he's lugged enough stone journals around not to be bothered and this is hardly that.

"D'you want me to hang onto that for you until we part ways? I've got the space for it." He pats his bag. "Looks cumbersome on you." No offense...