He hangs back, staring at the paper with his wrists braced on his counter. Right.

Rattled and... injured he doesn't like much at all. Closing themselves into their home... Well, home, they have somewhere to go. That's news, and good news at that. He'd do the same. (Has done the same.) He would let no one in, either.

Hurry up. They're waiting.

Lemm makes a small addition below his signature:

need want anything : write

He blows once at the ink to dry it faster, scores the page in half, and... he does not have anything to seal this with. It is offered to Cornifer between tightly-pinched finger and thumb.

When Cornifer reaches for it, he will unfortunately find that Lemm is holding that thing very firmly indeed. He has something to say before he'll let the letter go.

"You're a friend of theirs?"