He doesn't know what else to do but stay. The Knight is kept wrapped tightly in his arms, and he's content to stay put.
(He is compelled to angle his horns slightly down and forwards, jutting out over the Knight like a threat. Some deep, instinctive part of him wants a fight. Would relish one in defense of the small shape in his care.)
...So it goes. They are not so small, really. Consciously he knows well it is a god in his arms, likely older than he is. This does not deter him nor hurry him to let go.
But Lemm feels them shift, and he's quick to uncurl a little bit, loosening his grip to give them the space to readjust or retreat. He doesn't know what else to do but peer down at them, just to check. Like he came here to check.
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Date: 2022-12-23 11:57 pm (UTC)(He is compelled to angle his horns slightly down and forwards, jutting out over the Knight like a threat. Some deep, instinctive part of him wants a fight. Would relish one in defense of the small shape in his care.)
...So it goes. They are not so small, really. Consciously he knows well it is a god in his arms, likely older than he is. This does not deter him nor hurry him to let go.
But Lemm feels them shift, and he's quick to uncurl a little bit, loosening his grip to give them the space to readjust or retreat. He doesn't know what else to do but peer down at them, just to check. Like he came here to check.