Lemm doesn't immediately move - he gives himself a long moment to inhale, hold, exhale, and then nods acknowledgement at the other Sibling - then he slowly pushes himself to his feet again.

As he moves a noticeably-shaky hand goes in to lightly pat Greenhorn, some part of him still half-expecting his hand to go through, for once too flooded with other concerns to worry about impulse control.

Perhaps most tellingly of all Lemm crouches to gingerly foot-test his way off their hand, refamiliarising himself with the solid stone floor as if the drop is far more than it really is.

Eventually though he's on solid ground again and with a measured, rattling sigh he turns to check on the Lord of Shades, as a whole.

"...'M fine," he says, first, because there is absolutely not a chance they didn't feel all that.