Examining him this close they'll notice a few scuffs and imperfections here and there, all the usual tells of a bug long out of the moulting phase - though he seems to have taken care of himself quite well over the years, because actual chips are few. If he knows they're looking - likely - he does a good job of pretending he doesn't.
Lemm knows the Wings on his wrist when he feels it. This too gets no reaction. (He feels compelled to put his hand over them, like he did with Greenhorn when they'd panicked, except the angle still gets in the way and it wouldn't be as subtle as he'd like. Nothing, then.)
When the Knight is done hugging him, Lemm takes it as a cue and loosens his arm from their shoulders as well. His hands slip very softly from the cling of Shade strands and fold back to his lap. The fidgeting does not restart.
...He's been in Hallownest long enough that he's grown fairly numb to the scattered corpses, but he'd always done his best not to sit with them. Someone should probably do something about all of those - is a thought he has fairly often. (Perhaps they noticed the few places he showed them in the City were devoid of bodies. Perhaps they didn't.)
He glances down. The Knight seems to be at a loss over where to go.
"Could find something historically important for you to whack," he suggests, with a flimsy sort of fist-bop motion like he's miming holding a Nail, if you've never used a Nail before.
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Lemm knows the Wings on his wrist when he feels it. This too gets no reaction. (He feels compelled to put his hand over them, like he did with Greenhorn when they'd panicked, except the angle still gets in the way and it wouldn't be as subtle as he'd like. Nothing, then.)
When the Knight is done hugging him, Lemm takes it as a cue and loosens his arm from their shoulders as well. His hands slip very softly from the cling of Shade strands and fold back to his lap. The fidgeting does not restart.
...He's been in Hallownest long enough that he's grown fairly numb to the scattered corpses, but he'd always done his best not to sit with them. Someone should probably do something about all of those - is a thought he has fairly often. (Perhaps they noticed the few places he showed them in the City were devoid of bodies. Perhaps they didn't.)
He glances down. The Knight seems to be at a loss over where to go.
"Could find something historically important for you to whack," he suggests, with a flimsy sort of fist-bop motion like he's miming holding a Nail, if you've never used a Nail before.