Lemm is maybe a little slow on the uptake, even if he knew what was about to happen. But after a small delay his arms wrap tight around the Knight, and his head lowers a notch to tuck in beside theirs.

As always, they fit very well. He gives them a fleeting squeeze before he pulls back and eases himself back upright, looking at them candidly for a second. Myla's voice once more pulls him out of it.

And it's not unwelcome, he realises. The tendency to dwell too long in his own head is not trained for a bug who chirps in like she does. Lemm straightens, and with a gentle knock of the back of his finger joints against the Knight's horn he moves past them as if all this is normal, was normal, went normally.

His hand dips into the basket of pastries on the way past, and comes up with two. Like no one might notice.

Lemm pauses at the door, free hand about to push it open. He should say something. Back. And in general.

"Um -" oh, yes, very smooth "- keep thou as thine. No. Urgh, I can't -"

The door is pulled open to whistling Dirtmouth wind, and the Relic Seeker slips out, and the door is pulled closed again with some irritation. The lightest kind.