Myla. Friend's name is Myla. She is unlikely to be alive -

...And he as good as told them she wouldn't be, didn't he?

Lemm lunges for his new quill, flips the paper over - and thinks better of it, and sets it aside to keep and plucks a fresh piece of paper from a drawer instead. Yes, he could just send his reply by word of mouth. But it wouldn't sound like him, wouldn't be his handwriting, and these things are important no matter that the Knight trusts Cornifer with this task.

"Wait there." Still no pleasantries. The Knight is prone to emotional outbursts and their mess of a letter has Lemm in no comfort about this.

Fine    news to me
keep safe
        ^both
[Relic Seeker Lemm]

His writing is the first-draft scholar's shorthand, but his signature is as concise and as compacted as a stamp. Lemm pauses, pen poised over some empty space on the page as another thought occurs to him.

Just for a second, he looks up at the only source of context in the room.

"Did they seem they - company would be unwise, do you think?" Asking a stranger for advice. What a situation he finds himself in.