He lets them go and masks a strange wave of reluctance. He barely resists the temptation to flip his hand and catch theirs and hold it and keep holding. He cannot cling to the Knight forever, as much as he would, if they wanted. They do not want. They are comfortable against his knee. He braces that with the other one and relaxes against the wall, shifting momentarily to ease the stiffness starting to sink in.

Lemm retrieves his pen. It rolled off his lap onto the floor at some point. His paper is also taken back up and straightened.

I haven't worried about anyone like that in some time. He does not remember. This is not written. Still I would rather know than not. Thank you for that. My apologies for taking so long. It's fair to say I am a fool as well as a scholar.