They hover, but after a moment, realize they're being--absurd. This isn't the first broken thing Lemm's had to clean up. And the tea is a problem. The cloth is transferred to their paws and they start mopping it up, as well as the bit they can feel on their legs.

Their own last few sentences are reread once they soak up most of the mess. Lemm's overreaction jarred them firmly into the here-and-now, if nothing else. The Knight's paws are perfectly steady.

They loosely underline I am afraid to look and stop again. Deciding where to go next about this is no less difficult.

My apologies. For the mess this time.