In the meantime, Lemm figures his best bet is minding his own business. The journal he brought is taken out again to pass the time, and to distract him from looking up. He doesn't reckon the Knight would appreciate it; something tells him Myla deserves a little more dignity than to be watched while she eats.
Staying at the Knight's side feels like the correct course at least for a little while, but this does not magically tell him how to act in their home. He could be overstaying his welcome for all he knows. But surely they'd tell him... (Will you be staying long? Would you like to go run errands now? Had they been not-so-subtle hints? But he's loath to go anywhere with them shaking like that.)
It is a little while before he registers he's stopped reading altogether, staring at the journal without really seeing it. The smell of home cooking is permeating.
The Knight can be as modest or oblivious as they must, but bugs up here really like them. Elderbug had praise for them, and Cornifer the same. His wife seemed just as invested in her own way.
Lemm gives up on the journal and sets it down on the table with a quiet sigh. He rests his chin on his hands, and he lets his thoughts wander.
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Date: 2022-12-25 12:36 pm (UTC)Staying at the Knight's side feels like the correct course at least for a little while, but this does not magically tell him how to act in their home. He could be overstaying his welcome for all he knows. But surely they'd tell him... (Will you be staying long? Would you like to go run errands now? Had they been not-so-subtle hints? But he's loath to go anywhere with them shaking like that.)
It is a little while before he registers he's stopped reading altogether, staring at the journal without really seeing it. The smell of home cooking is permeating.
The Knight can be as modest or oblivious as they must, but bugs up here really like them. Elderbug had praise for them, and Cornifer the same. His wife seemed just as invested in her own way.
Lemm gives up on the journal and sets it down on the table with a quiet sigh. He rests his chin on his hands, and he lets his thoughts wander.