He does not need to look at the paper to keep writing, and right now his attention is split between Myla and the Knight, pen scratching down lyrics as he watches the Knight furnish the place a bit.
(He is reminded, not so unkindly, of his earliest times in the City. He loathes the word scavenger, but the shop had not been his then. The back room even less. The emptiness felt cold and impersonal until he took what no one was left to use. ...Maybe he should consider helping in that regard. Later.)
His pen stutters to a halt as Myla's song drops off, and Lemm remembers himself.
"Ah... It's time to eat, Myla," he tries, trying to keep his voice soft. The room feels so quiet now. "Our friend has brought you something. I'll not trouble you for now." As if it was his idea to stop.
He folds the paper and stows it with his things, dipping his horns at the Knight in uneasy greeting.
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(He is reminded, not so unkindly, of his earliest times in the City. He loathes the word scavenger, but the shop had not been his then. The back room even less. The emptiness felt cold and impersonal until he took what no one was left to use. ...Maybe he should consider helping in that regard. Later.)
His pen stutters to a halt as Myla's song drops off, and Lemm remembers himself.
"Ah... It's time to eat, Myla," he tries, trying to keep his voice soft. The room feels so quiet now. "Our friend has brought you something. I'll not trouble you for now." As if it was his idea to stop.
He folds the paper and stows it with his things, dipping his horns at the Knight in uneasy greeting.