Lemm nods at that. It has occurred to him now that their vocal silence may have been a problem when trying to communicate with someone who seemed mostly delirious.

...Oh. She remembers, does she. That was unintended. Lemm finds himself a little apprehensive, even though realistically there's nothing for her to remember about him but his title. At least now he's glad he hadn't lied.

"Aye." Is he going to have to explain the profession? "Still have your songs in a drawer in my shop." They count, rather like Ze'mer's poetry. This he kindly leaves out. "Interesting cadence."