There is no reason Lemm ought to be unbalanced except for sheer nerves. They're being so careful. And on some level he knows that.

Still. There is a lurch in his guts when they sink, and Lemm staggers a step like his senses are overcompensating.

He takes a steadying breath and hunts for some fraction of resolve.

In a quick, minimised motion he turns and plonks himself down to sit back against their fingers, bracing himself against them. Lower to the 'ground', pressed into a 'corner', this is easier. By a hair.

"Make it quick." He sucks in a breath. "Not too quick."

He's fine he's fine just get on with it.