He waits to give the first thing some thought, even as he reads the latter and nods.
The self-imposed limits he's put on regarding where he might go and who he might talk to have held him back from meeting her yet - almost as much as his disdain for new faces. "I still don't have a grasp on what you told me, but if anything's... floating about in your dreams after the Lord of Shades... happened," he is struggling with these concepts also, but never mind, moving on "then yes, I guess that's exactly where I'd start. Might want to work up to it a bit," he adds, with a meaningful look.
Nothing else he can offer there. Ugh, his collection for a problem he can actually work on! Well, the first question will do for now. Lemm takes a breath and does his best to recount.
"I walked with the Hollow Knight from the Royal Quarter to my shop, and we passed the Memorial on the way. And they just..." He flickers his free hand in the air vaguely. "Started scrambling away from it on their knees. Did all this staring, all fidgety and strange. Looked like -"
Well, they didn't look like them, quite so much, but it had clicked into the same place as seeing the Knight upset. A different flavour of upset, maybe. Neither of which Lemm has a taste for.
He stalls.
"Looked bad," he finishes, simply. "You want the rest?"
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The self-imposed limits he's put on regarding where he might go and who he might talk to have held him back from meeting her yet - almost as much as his disdain for new faces. "I still don't have a grasp on what you told me, but if anything's... floating about in your dreams after the Lord of Shades... happened," he is struggling with these concepts also, but never mind, moving on "then yes, I guess that's exactly where I'd start. Might want to work up to it a bit," he adds, with a meaningful look.
Nothing else he can offer there. Ugh, his collection for a problem he can actually work on! Well, the first question will do for now. Lemm takes a breath and does his best to recount.
"I walked with the Hollow Knight from the Royal Quarter to my shop, and we passed the Memorial on the way. And they just..." He flickers his free hand in the air vaguely. "Started scrambling away from it on their knees. Did all this staring, all fidgety and strange. Looked like -"
Well, they didn't look like them, quite so much, but it had clicked into the same place as seeing the Knight upset. A different flavour of upset, maybe. Neither of which Lemm has a taste for.
He stalls.
"Looked bad," he finishes, simply. "You want the rest?"