"Ah..." He'd have taken a nod, but they abruptly interrupted their work to show him so it must be of particular interest.

Lemm takes up the badge and holds it to catch the soft light. He can't resist a little chatter here, if only because they've passed a relic across his counter.

"For medicine," he mutters, and sounds appreciative. "And during such a time - I'd date this as engraved after the gates were closed. Fair acknowledgement for a difficult..."

Lemm fidgets with the thing. He hasn't forgotten who is in the room with him, as much as he's trying to let things be as ordinary as they might.

"...A difficult task," he finishes, and glances up from the badge as he turns it over in his hands, looking for... he doesn't know. Tells, maybe.