Lemm doesn't see the Knight's writing, busy sorting out his bag, but he hears Myla just fine. "Aye, exactly!"
He's - stalling, he realises. He doesn't need to sort his bag, he's just rearranging things. Frustrated with himself and fighting an unwelcome wave of reluctance, he rises and loops the strap down past his horns. He's got to go, anyway, the Knight's home is - is...
It's many things, but it's not familiar, and Lemm doesn't know how much longer he can weather the company no matter how pleasant it is.
He steels his resolve and turns around, clearly about to stride towards the door as he forms some semblance of a polite goodbye, but there is a Knight in front of him suddenly. He stalls, and waits to see what they want.
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He's - stalling, he realises. He doesn't need to sort his bag, he's just rearranging things. Frustrated with himself and fighting an unwelcome wave of reluctance, he rises and loops the strap down past his horns. He's got to go, anyway, the Knight's home is - is...
It's many things, but it's not familiar, and Lemm doesn't know how much longer he can weather the company no matter how pleasant it is.
He steels his resolve and turns around, clearly about to stride towards the door as he forms some semblance of a polite goodbye, but there is a Knight in front of him suddenly. He stalls, and waits to see what they want.