For a second he's not sure if the headtap was an accident made as they got up. It didn't feel that way though, and after the realisation hits he slowly rises from his seat and scritches at his beard where they bumped him, fending off a renewed wave of... acceptance, maybe, or something like it. Can't linger on it now; there're people at the door.
He arranges himself into some semblance of his usual self, fingercombing down the beard that has been somewhat scuffed out of order by having someone squashed up against it for a while, fussing at the fluff around his shoulders, and giving a rather un-scholarly crack of his neck...
He's left clutter everywhere. Lemm is still hurriedly sweeping a journal and pens and several papers into his bag by the time the wife-and-husband duo enter the Knight's home. Cornifer's greeting is matched by a quick, distracted nod - oh, that's... not his map. He quickly retrieves the Knight's from next to his own and slaps it back down. ...And their pen. And a poem. Wait, no, that is his.
Frazzled at being in front of other people again after something that made him feel like that, Lemm scrabbles to close his bag, keeps his mouth shut, and quietly comes to stand at the Knight's shoulder in nervous solidarity.
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He arranges himself into some semblance of his usual self, fingercombing down the beard that has been somewhat scuffed out of order by having someone squashed up against it for a while, fussing at the fluff around his shoulders, and giving a rather un-scholarly crack of his neck...
He's left clutter everywhere. Lemm is still hurriedly sweeping a journal and pens and several papers into his bag by the time the wife-and-husband duo enter the Knight's home. Cornifer's greeting is matched by a quick, distracted nod - oh, that's... not his map. He quickly retrieves the Knight's from next to his own and slaps it back down. ...And their pen. And a poem. Wait, no, that is his.
Frazzled at being in front of other people again after something that made him feel like that, Lemm scrabbles to close his bag, keeps his mouth shut, and quietly comes to stand at the Knight's shoulder in nervous solidarity.