Lemm's eyes remain pinned on the Hollow Knight as they creep forwards towards his shop. He's about as motionless as the knight's own statue, holding onto the idol like an anchor. As much as he's sure he didn't imagine the whole thing, that doesn't mean he expected to ever see them again.

The moment passes. Lemm carefully sets the King's Idol on the desk and begins fiddling casually with the cleaning brush one-handed, masking his surprise behind a thin veneer of indifference.

"Waiting for me to invite you in?" he asks, though he has a feeling he knows what they're looking at. "The shop's open." He watches them like a hawk.