Lemm is a bit distracted, barely registering what he's doing with his arm in the first place, though there is some vacant acknowledgement of their motion in response to it.
More consciously he looks quietly pleased when they write of their appreciation for the art of the place, and seems about to take this and quietly move on when he reads the rest.
Lemm goes still. There is an internal grapple, his eyes flicking from one patch of floor to another as he decides how much to say, and tentative relief creeps in at the edges.
"Thought I... heard something, as well. Distant." It sounds like a confession. He turns his gaze to the ceiling, as well, with all its clamouring bugs and little details of conversation and commerce. He finds himself listening keenly. "Not just me then."
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Date: 2023-03-01 07:05 am (UTC)More consciously he looks quietly pleased when they write of their appreciation for the art of the place, and seems about to take this and quietly move on when he reads the rest.
Lemm goes still. There is an internal grapple, his eyes flicking from one patch of floor to another as he decides how much to say, and tentative relief creeps in at the edges.
"Thought I... heard something, as well. Distant." It sounds like a confession. He turns his gaze to the ceiling, as well, with all its clamouring bugs and little details of conversation and commerce. He finds himself listening keenly. "Not just me then."