Void is not warm. Void is not cold. Void is nothing, unaffected by anything but the most powerful and purposefully-concentrated of Light.

The Hollow Knight is cold, soaked through by the rain they've been walking through nonstop for days.

Lemm's hand is warm.

Their frame shudders. Warmth is a terrible thing...

...but they are, suddenly, too exhausted to attempt to struggle, fight.

And they do not have to. Lemm is not Infected. They are not, truly.

If he wants to thrust a dagger into their back to be certain, is steadying them to be certain his aim is true, then so be it.

They lift their aching head enough to settle their chin on the counter instead of their face.

(They may have scattered their own finds with their horns.)