Lemm keeps an eye on the Knight, and they do the same in return. They're distantly curious to watch, but even more, it keeps them from looking at the papers by their side.

Slowly, as kettle and the like are collected, the Knight sinks from straight-back bench pose to a slump. They push memories of their Sibling's frozen claws away, settling their paws on the pillows on either side, just to feel. Grounding, present. They still have two arms.

With conscious effort, they lean back. It's an awkward angle, but that's to their advantage. It's all soft enough not to be terribly uncomfortable.