Proper relief, this time. It wouldn't have done any good to overstay, especially not when this is the first time he's been invited. They still want him here. (After making the mistake with Myla, that concern was somewhat bigger than he'd expected.)

Lemm glances over at Myla, still sleeping. Then back to the Knight.

"You've no need to write a thing, then. We managed just fine before you started pulling out the quill." Simpler times, even.

Wait.

He squints. "Zote was out there?" He glances at the door, this time in bafflement - and then it clicks. "Oh, him! I didn't get a good look. Half a mind to go and rectify that so I know what I'm up against." He's not serious. He is in no mood. Still, worth the return joke.

He waves a hand, then, to indicate he doesn't need further information. Not on Zote. Not on anything, except this.

"I'm - I'd be content to stay. Anywhere you'd rather I sit than here? Wouldn't want to get in your way."