He fidgets, looking a little vacant. He's uncomfortable with this, with being here, while she is cared for. The Knight is his friend, but Myla is a stranger; it feels too intimate to stay and watch. Maybe he will go and...

...Iselda's warning glare rises to the forefront of his thoughts. He isn't sure quite what she expects of him, but wandering out and being seen to be unhelpful will not earn him any points there. Lemm imagines being scolded, and how easily he'd turn that into a shouting match on the street.

He abruptly shakes his head. Best to be unhelpful out of sight, at least for a little while. He trudges quietly over to the table and takes off his bag, seating himself where they indicated.

"I'll stay a bit longer if it's all the same to you." She seems to be awake for the moment, so Lemm doesn't return to writing just yet. He is careful to keep his voice low regardless. The last thing he wants is to spook her. "Steady."

This is added as an afterthought, and he indicates to their shaky-looking paws with an encouraging nod.