A factual comment should not bother a Pure Vessel--though they are not one, they resist the urge to shrink down further.
Ducking their horns and crawling in to fit is easiest. They must leave their nail outside, too long for this small room.
Their claws fix into their cloak at the lack of it being within instant reach.
The Hollow Knight's eye alights on the pile of journals nearest to the door. Words half-understood swim over the surfaces. They direct their stare out the distant window, or try, before looking back at just how many there are.
The order is comprehended more clearly, now, as they could bring the entire thing down with a bump. When it seems Lemm isn't looking, they edge away from the pile.
it's being beheld, sort of
Ducking their horns and crawling in to fit is easiest. They must leave their nail outside, too long for this small room.
Their claws fix into their cloak at the lack of it being within instant reach.
The Hollow Knight's eye alights on the pile of journals nearest to the door. Words half-understood swim over the surfaces. They direct their stare out the distant window, or try, before looking back at just how many there are.
The order is comprehended more clearly, now, as they could bring the entire thing down with a bump. When it seems Lemm isn't looking, they edge away from the pile.