Greenhorn is caught and clutched to his chest and held there as Lemm dodges behind an old marker. It's nothing personal at first, shameful as it is, they might as well be a relic selfishly snatched from anywhere and held in silence to wait til the threat passes.

Luckily Lemm comes to his senses quick, and when he opens his eyes he's staring down at a shade. And they are not a relic, and they are not still, and they can not wait. The Knight is out there, too. The ground is trembling.

"Ah," he says, suddenly breathless.

There is a Shade here, and a Knight preoccupied, and him...

...responsible.

His grip just barely loosens, just enough to be secure and not panickingly tight.

"You," he says. There is a lot going on behind their hiding place. "Greenhorn. Stay. Stay here."