Lemm takes the coat and hangs it over his shoulders. He's not cold. He just paid a lot of attention, and he is a very pragmatic bug.

Lemm tucks his arm into the fabric to put Greenhorn in the dark. He's not sure. But theory is useless until it's tested, and it's not like he has any better ideas. (Nor the Knight, apparently. That is maybe the worst of this, but he'll confront that later.)

"Let's go. We've all had enough." With a sigh, Lemm starts walking. "Hallownest has a few new surprises, doesn't it?"