His hand stays where it is. It's almost like he's forgotten where he's put it, only that can't be true because he obviously felt them push back.

"Ah. I could fix far worse," he brags, naturally, "but a broken blade's worth more to a Relic Seeker than a brand new one, so to speak."

He glances back at their writing again, and looks contemplative.

"...But that was just something that was here when I moved in. Cheap stuff, I've seen others like them in other dwellings. The owner was a tacky sort." Wistfully - or perhaps almost fondly: "I might find the glue."

Lemm pats them once more on the head and eases himself up onto his feet with a decisive sigh.

"Come, you. I've some junk to offload on you, you unlucky little trespasser. Might as well have you pay your dues for breaking and entering."