Maybe they're not here. (But there is light coming from inside.) Maybe they are here and they'll be terribly upset with him. Maybe they're here and they'll hate having a visitor. Like he would. (Would he? If it was them?) Maybe -

The door is mercifully opened before those thoughts can really get going, and Lemm suddenly realises he didn't plan what he was going to say. He's just kind of here, now.

"I-"

They indicate for him to be quiet, and it is a relief. It is more than a relief when they seem to invite him inside. They're not too upset with him, then. Good. That's good. Without really knowing how he's going to handle this, Lemm fidgets with his bag and crosses the threshold, coming inside just far enough that they can shut the door behind him. He stands still, then, and takes a cursory look around the room.

The movement of the creature on the couch has him flinch. What is that? It's in here with the Knight and that means it's probably not going to bite him. Maybe. Serves as a good deterrent from going anywhere near the sleeping bug, though.

Myla, he thinks. That's Myla. Don't stare.

Lemm quietly dips into his bag and pulls out a stack of clean paper. His pen scratches softly in the quiet room.

Was worried about you. Came to

...What did he come for? Lemm stalls, glancing at the Knight with his pen hovering.

see you. Sorry to interrupt.

The paper is held at the Knight's eye level, his handwriting now much clearer than his more efficient (messy) shorthand.