He fidgets much less in the meantime. Nor is he inclined to start chatting away again just yet. The quiet settles back in; this is an atmosphere he's coming to know as familiar, the ever-present rain-noise with the added fact there is someone in the room with him deciding what to say next. Lemm can be comfortably patient in this, and idly gazes out of the window as he slowly gets a handle on his nerves.
When they do continue, the first sentence only barely grazes him. The rest is more reassurance. About feeling useless, yes, and about the Knight's state of being. It was the right thing to do, going to visit, they're brighter now and obviously better for his... counsel?
Counsel isn't quite right, he's perfectly happy to think he bullied them into it. Either way he commits to making the same choice again, and quicker.
While he is thinking about this they pat his arm again, and this time he catches their paw lightly in his own hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. (They are here, solid, they came back. As they said.)
"Expect bickering," he matter-of-factly advises, mostly as a deflection in case they don't want to share more than they have. As he talks, Lemm casts an appraising eye over the Knight, finally studying them properly like he's felt compelled to since he walked in and saw them sitting there. Checking for damage he knows he won't find. "Considering it all I'd say strange is normal. It'll fall into some sort of routine I'm sure."
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Date: 2023-02-13 11:07 am (UTC)When they do continue, the first sentence only barely grazes him. The rest is more reassurance. About feeling useless, yes, and about the Knight's state of being. It was the right thing to do, going to visit, they're brighter now and obviously better for his... counsel?
Counsel isn't quite right, he's perfectly happy to think he bullied them into it. Either way he commits to making the same choice again, and quicker.
While he is thinking about this they pat his arm again, and this time he catches their paw lightly in his own hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. (They are here, solid, they came back. As they said.)
"Expect bickering," he matter-of-factly advises, mostly as a deflection in case they don't want to share more than they have. As he talks, Lemm casts an appraising eye over the Knight, finally studying them properly like he's felt compelled to since he walked in and saw them sitting there. Checking for damage he knows he won't find. "Considering it all I'd say strange is normal. It'll fall into some sort of routine I'm sure."