Then he sets it down with a quiet sigh, his hand resting loosely over the lid. Distraction immediately derailed, Lemm doesn't look up at them, but his attention couldn't be on anything else.
He doesn't know what that means. He knows what he wants it to mean, more or less. And he's tired of working so hard to convince himself he's wrong, and anyway he's not supposed to do that any more, not since Great Knight Ze'mer's mansion.
Lemm gently takes their hand from his head and holds it between them, and gives it a squeeze.
"I'll tidy," he mumbles cryptically, perhaps to himself. "Off with you, Knight."
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Then he sets it down with a quiet sigh, his hand resting loosely over the lid. Distraction immediately derailed, Lemm doesn't look up at them, but his attention couldn't be on anything else.
He doesn't know what that means. He knows what he wants it to mean, more or less. And he's tired of working so hard to convince himself he's wrong, and anyway he's not supposed to do that any more, not since Great Knight Ze'mer's mansion.
Lemm gently takes their hand from his head and holds it between them, and gives it a squeeze.
"I'll tidy," he mumbles cryptically, perhaps to himself. "Off with you, Knight."