His heart jumps every time. It's not fair! Of all the things it's motion and the sudden jolts (they're not, really, but in his state he'd call a nudge a shove) are really playing on his nerves...
What are they doing? He's a little disoriented and caught up in the terror of being carried around like loose change but shouldn't they be there by now?
Lemm forces himself to lift his head just slightly, just enough to squint out through a small window between their claws to catch sight of the windows sliding past. After about three, the familiar map in his head sparks up with some useful information.
"Oh," he says, still immeasurably tense, and squeezes their claw again. "Knight! Why - why are we in the southern quarter?"
His voice may be smothered by his nerves, but there's a familiar note of indignance lodged in it nevertheless. This is... not where they maintained they'd be going.
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What are they doing? He's a little disoriented and caught up in the terror of being carried around like loose change but shouldn't they be there by now?
Lemm forces himself to lift his head just slightly, just enough to squint out through a small window between their claws to catch sight of the windows sliding past. After about three, the familiar map in his head sparks up with some useful information.
"Oh," he says, still immeasurably tense, and squeezes their claw again. "Knight! Why - why are we in the southern quarter?"
His voice may be smothered by his nerves, but there's a familiar note of indignance lodged in it nevertheless. This is... not where they maintained they'd be going.