It's easier than expected to temper his nerves and wait. The overthinking beforehand, and the journey here (ugh, that ride), and then the unplanned meeting with the Dirtmouth elder... All of this had him wound very tightly indeed, but with the Knight safely in front of him now it's not so difficult to be patient. He fiddles with his paper and pen and keeps his eyes down. Wouldn't do to look at Myla, or the strange thing beside her. Wouldn't do to rush the Knight. Lemm does nothing.

When they settle nearby he perks up; but from their little distance it's not like he can hover like he normally would, and anyway for once he'd be conscious of it. He instead opts to keep his gaze averted. Nevertheless it is obvious that this makes them quite uncomfortable - he doesn't have to look directly to catch that their posture shifts.

When they're done, he takes their writing and gives it his full attention...

(He is slow, this time. There is no skimming.)

...The paper is settled on top of his, and Lemm looks up into the middle distance, processing.

He glances down just to confirm his understanding of events. And then he sets their paper down between them both, and writes. Lemm's expression is unreadable. It is not a particularly long note.

His paper is placed quietly on top of theirs, and he sighs softly and sinks back against the wall.

"Not every decision is made with a clear head."

I'll forgive you for forgetting [mind wanders], but you told me this yourself.

You look like you feel terrible.