He catches the look, though he doesn't react to it. Lemm is keeping rather a vicegrip on his thoughts and feelings right now.

Seer searches them as they approach. Her antennae give a barely-perceptible flag, just once, and she makes a soft noise somewhere between interest and understanding.

She reaches out with a slightly unsteady hand, and if they let her, she'll touch - just with her fingertips, like she's checking them over for something - the side of their face, the edge of a horn. Takes the front of a wing, lifts it away slightly, lets it slide off her hand all the way to the end. She will press at their chest with two fingers, firmly but not hard, where a bug's heart might be.

Lemm watches intently, stiff as a board.