Fine. Fine, he doesn't talk about his private life but he won't avoid the Knight's question a second time: "Aye. Soon." That's all they're getting, though.
They pat him. His hand stops and falls back into his lap.
Sometimes, self-proclaimed professional Relic Seeker Lemm feels like a foolish old bug whose words don't work and who doesn't know anything. He has done a rather good job of feeling clever and avoiding this until recently, when it's begun sneaking up on him from strange angles.
Feeling out of his depth and with his mind uncooperative, Lemm knows he wants something. A few things. He wants to tell them something he can't even address in his head. He wants to invite the Knight to stay, he wants to be sure they'll be safe, he wants them to...
He wants something to do, that's what he wants. He doesn't really want anything: he just wants something to do. Lemm quietly picks up the tin of glue and unscrews the lid.
"If a stranger did that I'd have their arm off," he mutters. Rather good-humouredly.
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They pat him. His hand stops and falls back into his lap.
Sometimes, self-proclaimed professional Relic Seeker Lemm feels like a foolish old bug whose words don't work and who doesn't know anything. He has done a rather good job of feeling clever and avoiding this until recently, when it's begun sneaking up on him from strange angles.
Feeling out of his depth and with his mind uncooperative, Lemm knows he wants something. A few things. He wants to tell them something he can't even address in his head. He wants to invite the Knight to stay, he wants to be sure they'll be safe, he wants them to...
He wants something to do, that's what he wants. He doesn't really want anything: he just wants something to do. Lemm quietly picks up the tin of glue and unscrews the lid.
"If a stranger did that I'd have their arm off," he mutters. Rather good-humouredly.