They scribble out a few more words about not knowing precisely how much she does in the meantime. They even manage to avoid looking up until Lemm's already there.

Yes. I still didn't intend to insult you, they switch writing immediately.

They just don't know what's different this time. Is it because they've been gone too long? Has too much been happening? A sliver of doubt if perhaps he is afraid of the Lord of Shades is banished immediately and irritably.

Their quill hovers above the paper a while longer, not knowing how to articulate this how they wish. If they even should.