He's not as desperate for a walk as he could be, considering he's shut into someone else's space and anxious and there's nothing physically keeping him here but his own conscience. A little restless, maybe.
But in all honesty he wants to stay.
In Hallownest, as well. No matter who moves in or how it changes, and he is sure now that it will. He might be able to tolerate neighbours. Learn to, at least. If mistakes are... if they're allowed, if he's allowed to make those. And often.
(He refuses to make a mistake here! Every other moment is spent restlessly checking on Myla. She seems like a nice girl, not that he knows her outside of half-present delirium. She must be if the Knight cares so much.)
When the Knight returns Lemm is by a window, the curtain pulled just enough to gaze out at Dirtmouth. He drops it back into place when he hears the door and hurries to meet them halfway, fidgeting with his hands.
He doesn't know exactly why he does this, or what to say when he's within murmuring distance.
"Um. She's been quiet," he reports, for lack of anything else. "Peaceful I think. Did it go well?"
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He's not as desperate for a walk as he could be, considering he's shut into someone else's space and anxious and there's nothing physically keeping him here but his own conscience. A little restless, maybe.
But in all honesty he wants to stay.
In Hallownest, as well. No matter who moves in or how it changes, and he is sure now that it will. He might be able to tolerate neighbours. Learn to, at least. If mistakes are... if they're allowed, if he's allowed to make those. And often.
(He refuses to make a mistake here! Every other moment is spent restlessly checking on Myla. She seems like a nice girl, not that he knows her outside of half-present delirium. She must be if the Knight cares so much.)
When the Knight returns Lemm is by a window, the curtain pulled just enough to gaze out at Dirtmouth. He drops it back into place when he hears the door and hurries to meet them halfway, fidgeting with his hands.
He doesn't know exactly why he does this, or what to say when he's within murmuring distance.
"Um. She's been quiet," he reports, for lack of anything else. "Peaceful I think. Did it go well?"