Still fiddling - just shifting his hands, unable to settle, exept that his thumbs keep coming back to his palms and rubbing restlessly at them - Lemm shakes his head.

"I didn't know him either. Just stopped by once or twice. Told myself it wasn't my business, but..." He belatedly and quietly corrects: "More than twice."

All his thoughts are so disjointed all of a sudden, and the Knight's seem the same. Thoughts of the Nailsmith have hounded them both more than they'd thought. Among other things.

Lemm frowns down at his hands.

"Not knowing people doesn't mean you aren't watching." They know this. He knows they know this.