The Knight keeps pace, careful not to trip. There are odd protrusions they grip Lemm's leg a moment to observe before realizing what he may have already: they're anchorpoints, for more chains.

They match his gaze to the ragged pauldron and cloak above. It's naturally as filthy as their sibling's wings had been the first time they'd found them outside of Dream.

Simply put, a quietly depressing sight. But the one attached to it is still alive. Healing. This is another cold and cruel monument that doesn't matter anymore.