Lemm opts to wait just outside the Temple, watching them from the door. He feels a little strange about that place, now. It's like a symbol of what his current work is for, or at least a solid chunk of it. History was always easier when the only person he examined it for was himself.

He'll be back, later. To fact-check and verify. When he's got enough to do that for. (Feels strange, too, imagining an end to that.)

Lemm waits until the Knight is clambering up over the edge before he even starts, mindful of how a second climber would jar the chain for them. When he takes his turn, it's slowly done and with a lot of use of the walls to make things easier. Up is, indeed, a hassle.

Eventually he claws his way over the lip and hangs there for a moment, face half-sunk behind his arms in a way that looks entirely casual and partly happens to mask the fact that he's panting. Then he hauls himself up and over, wincing as his beard snags between the chain and the well and he has to irritably snatch it back.

(He decides, then and there, he's going to keep his eyes down and not check who might be watching.)