They watch him go with a twisting in their chest, mostly drowned out by their settling bewilderment.

He grabbed them to stop the tea from spilling, they realize. But made it worse. Panicking? They're not sure why tea is worse than the endless spilling outside--though they suppose there's no leaks directly above the pillow pile.

...They broke a relic. A relic Lemm was using. There's guilt, now, and it's almost fully their own.

Shade Wings reach out and start prodding the fragments out of the puddle and into a pile.