He watches them carefully for... tells, he supposes. Anything that might give him some insight, because right now he doesn't even know what kind of upset they are. He can't fathom how Seer could have drawn any of these out of them, but they could be angry, or sad, or anxious, or - anything.

Accepting that he won't understand something (at least for a while) is antithetical to who he is, but... Is not knowing really important right now?

They are sitting there holding their Nail like they're seeing it for the first time, and they aren't using it to cut down plants or metal posts, so he will have to accept that storming around slashing at things is not what they want to do right this minute. At face value. Without knowing for certain, or understanding why.

Lemm heaves a sigh, dumps his bag on the floor, and sits down beside them.

"I don't know what you're thinking," he admits quietly. "And you've no obligation to share. Keep your paper to yourself, I'm not that nosy."

Gingerly, and uncertain if this is going to make them more uncomfortable or less in whatever mood they're in, Lemm just stares at the floor, and rests a hand lightly on top of their head. One way to find out if he's being too much.