Lemm allows them what little space he can afford, subconsciously watching that they keep their Nail within the confines of the lift on the way up, and chattering the whole time. (About rain. One time the lift got stuck. The building layout. Dull things, anything that feels inconsequential and fills the time.)
"Ah, as I've said, careful around my collection! I'm a Relic Seeker, s'my job to know - a few things," he seizes the tray of notes from his counter and tucks it sharply into a drawer, "so I've made Hallownest my business, might seem odd to you but that's... hm, the way things go..."
Most of his shop has been shade-child-proofed, in a roundabout, mostly-guesswork way. A lot of the pointier stuff has been moved elsewhere, or else to the very back of the higher shelves. The smaller Knight's aversion to Pale King imagery has been taken note of in the Relic Seeker's awkward, quiet way, and most of that has been moved or tucked into drawers. There are still pieces he missed here and there, but likely his visible collection would be saturated with spiky crown-shapes had he not tried. (None of this has yet proved its purpose, because the Knight has been busy and their siblings have stayed hidden when they've visited. It's a just-in-case measure. He has no plans to make mention of it, either way.)
...Lemm sets to transferring a messy pile of stone journals from a set of shelves by the door to the floor behind his desk, and swipes an arm over the cleared surface to sweep off most of the dust they left behind. It's flat, and about the right height for someone the Hollow Knight's size to comfortably sit down on by Lemm's estimate. (He's not having them sit on the counter. Slightly too low and anyway that's... someone else's place, in the back of his mind.)
He hums uncertainly, stepping back. "S'that alright for you? I've a cushion or two somewhere if you'd prefer."
Shadelord below he is being so hospitable. What's gotten into him.
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"Ah, as I've said, careful around my collection! I'm a Relic Seeker, s'my job to know - a few things," he seizes the tray of notes from his counter and tucks it sharply into a drawer, "so I've made Hallownest my business, might seem odd to you but that's... hm, the way things go..."
Most of his shop has been shade-child-proofed, in a roundabout, mostly-guesswork way. A lot of the pointier stuff has been moved elsewhere, or else to the very back of the higher shelves. The smaller Knight's aversion to Pale King imagery has been taken note of in the Relic Seeker's awkward, quiet way, and most of that has been moved or tucked into drawers. There are still pieces he missed here and there, but likely his visible collection would be saturated with spiky crown-shapes had he not tried. (None of this has yet proved its purpose, because the Knight has been busy and their siblings have stayed hidden when they've visited. It's a just-in-case measure. He has no plans to make mention of it, either way.)
...Lemm sets to transferring a messy pile of stone journals from a set of shelves by the door to the floor behind his desk, and swipes an arm over the cleared surface to sweep off most of the dust they left behind. It's flat, and about the right height for someone the Hollow Knight's size to comfortably sit down on by Lemm's estimate. (He's not having them sit on the counter. Slightly too low and anyway that's... someone else's place, in the back of his mind.)
He hums uncertainly, stepping back. "S'that alright for you? I've a cushion or two somewhere if you'd prefer."
Shadelord below he is being so hospitable. What's gotten into him.