Lemm is lost in thought. His foot ticks regardless in some uneven and random patter against the floor. Like the rain, maybe.
They're only one floor up from the ground, and there's no vast, impressive spread across the city, but Lemm occupies himself with the view regardless. The songstress' mural, the distant gate with Fountain Square behind it.
The other way is blocked somewhat by the walkway, but he looks down, at the streets and the canal, and a Relic Seeker's imagination catches at him again.
...There is a cloth being held up at him. Lemm straightens, takes his hand off the balcony, and takes the cloth in finger and thumb, and then flutters-out the rest of it and angles it to the light to see the cuts.
He is trying not to look impressed.
"Must be a hard thing to keep clean, that nail," he remarks, with no small amount of respect. The cloth is swiped back into his bag, if only to avoid littering. "I've some metal solution back at the shop." That their sibling has had their hands in. Anyway, it's a similar offer.
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They're only one floor up from the ground, and there's no vast, impressive spread across the city, but Lemm occupies himself with the view regardless. The songstress' mural, the distant gate with Fountain Square behind it.
The other way is blocked somewhat by the walkway, but he looks down, at the streets and the canal, and a Relic Seeker's imagination catches at him again.
...There is a cloth being held up at him. Lemm straightens, takes his hand off the balcony, and takes the cloth in finger and thumb, and then flutters-out the rest of it and angles it to the light to see the cuts.
He is trying not to look impressed.
"Must be a hard thing to keep clean, that nail," he remarks, with no small amount of respect. The cloth is swiped back into his bag, if only to avoid littering. "I've some metal solution back at the shop." That their sibling has had their hands in. Anyway, it's a similar offer.