Ah. Lemm shifts a half-step back in his place, glancing around, settling on Myla, who is watching, kind of. Something in his chest feels like gravity has gone the wrong way.

He looks back to the Knight, and his hands cling tight to the strap of his bag as he processes.

Yes. Well. People do this, don't they, when they part. There's no harm in it. Lemm gingerly lowers into a kneel in front of them, and prises his hands away from his bag.