They look at his hand. Down, at their own. Their small claws are digging into their palms.
They want--they want to leave. They can't leave. They want to grab his hand, and they don't. As though they're going to drown Lemm by touching him. A foolish anxiety, they're fully aware. They'd never--they would refuse.
The Knight compromises by shuffling along the floor nearer to his side.
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They look at his hand. Down, at their own. Their small claws are digging into their palms.
They want--they want to leave. They can't leave. They want to grab his hand, and they don't. As though they're going to drown Lemm by touching him. A foolish anxiety, they're fully aware. They'd never--they would refuse.
The Knight compromises by shuffling along the floor nearer to his side.