Despite himself, Lemm does understand. He pushed his point earlier that their fears were ordinary, or at least that he recognised them, and it would do no good to dismiss them now as insignificant. He will get over it, and quickly. Just a small miscalculation.

The flicker of wings at least draws his attention from old discomforts, and he snaps out of it just in time to see the table wobble.

He lunges, bracing the edge of the table with both hands and some measure of alarm before realising belatedly there was never any danger in the first place, and he'd have been too late regardless. This would hardly have been the equivalent of a relic dropping from a high shelf.

Lemm takes his hands back, more than a bit frazzled. There is a glance at Myla, in case the soft rattle disturbed her. When the Knight takes out their map he returns to the same pillow he took earlier and kneels. Time to pretend that didn't happen.