Now that he's actually given himself some space to soak it in, this whole thing is profoundly pleasant. Lemm closes his eyes. A moment. Has it been a moment? Only - he can afford a longer one, can't he? Can they? -
- Is that a glyph. The sensation isn't unpleasant any more than the comforting touch was, but it's new and he shudders, and that's - embarrassing, he knows they'd have felt that as well as his stiffness earlier and he just. Cannot. Bring himself to care enough.
"...Butterfly's chance in a gale that I'll be able to read that," he mumbles, half-muffled by his face being pressed into cold hard Void. "Tell me in a..."
...Moment. Right. No, he's had several, this is getting ridiculous. They need to go and get their mask fixed.
With all the reluctance in the world, Lemm eases his face away and slides his arm back and gives them a gentle, indicative half-nudge. (Ah, he doesn't want to. All the more reason.)
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- Is that a glyph. The sensation isn't unpleasant any more than the comforting touch was, but it's new and he shudders, and that's - embarrassing, he knows they'd have felt that as well as his stiffness earlier and he just. Cannot. Bring himself to care enough.
"...Butterfly's chance in a gale that I'll be able to read that," he mumbles, half-muffled by his face being pressed into cold hard Void. "Tell me in a..."
...Moment. Right. No, he's had several, this is getting ridiculous. They need to go and get their mask fixed.
With all the reluctance in the world, Lemm eases his face away and slides his arm back and gives them a gentle, indicative half-nudge. (Ah, he doesn't want to. All the more reason.)
"...Tell me," he corrects. He sounds sluggish.