On the outside, Seer's examination could be mistaken for a healer giving an unfamiliar bug a short exploratory checkup. By the intensity with which she's peering at them, though, it seems unlikely that's all there is to it.
Her hands have a tremor or two caused by nothing in particular. She takes no notice of their shiver.
Lemm does, snapping to attention and going somehow even more tense than he already was. It passes too quickly to bait him into breaking his silence, but he's suddenly beside himself with the urge to put a stop to it. It is probably good that he's had some practice with restraint lately.
Seer is either oblivious or dutifully ignoring the crabby Relic Seeker glaring daggers into her from over the Knight's shoulder. (It's the latter.)
Her fingertips linger over the Voidheart, and she gives a contemplative hum before letting her hand trace the air along their arm to their hand - the King's Brand is ghosted over, just so, and she takes a quiet breath here, too. Seer traces next to where they're gripping the Dream Nail, and her palm hovers over the talisman thoughtfully.
She draws her arm back under her wing.
"Ahh... Wielder..." She sounds awed. "Such an expanse within you, what fathomless dark! For a mind to be lost in such a sea..."
"Can they sit down now," Lemm grinds out, about as measured as he can manage.
...Fair enough. Seer gives the Knight a clear nod to let them know they're dismissed from being prodded at.
"I've learned much. But it's as I suspected: I can't make clear sense of you. That darkness obscures all those minds, and there are so many..." She looks a little glazed.
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Her hands have a tremor or two caused by nothing in particular. She takes no notice of their shiver.
Lemm does, snapping to attention and going somehow even more tense than he already was. It passes too quickly to bait him into breaking his silence, but he's suddenly beside himself with the urge to put a stop to it. It is probably good that he's had some practice with restraint lately.
Seer is either oblivious or dutifully ignoring the crabby Relic Seeker glaring daggers into her from over the Knight's shoulder. (It's the latter.)
Her fingertips linger over the Voidheart, and she gives a contemplative hum before letting her hand trace the air along their arm to their hand - the King's Brand is ghosted over, just so, and she takes a quiet breath here, too. Seer traces next to where they're gripping the Dream Nail, and her palm hovers over the talisman thoughtfully.
She draws her arm back under her wing.
"Ahh... Wielder..." She sounds awed. "Such an expanse within you, what fathomless dark! For a mind to be lost in such a sea..."
"Can they sit down now," Lemm grinds out, about as measured as he can manage.
...Fair enough. Seer gives the Knight a clear nod to let them know they're dismissed from being prodded at.
"I've learned much. But it's as I suspected: I can't make clear sense of you. That darkness obscures all those minds, and there are so many..." She looks a little glazed.