Sluggish, it takes him a moment to register what that gesture means.

"...Just reviewing," he mumbles.

The Knight's home - moreover, the Knight - is quiet, and safe. Soporific as that is, Lemm finds it hard to focus on the text. He settles for staring vacantly down at it instead.

A walk in the Dirtmouth winds would wake him up, but there are people out there. Anyway he doesn't want to. Being half-awake here is pleasant, and newly so. He'll be fine if he stays upright, even if his posture sinks into something that'll have him stiff later.