The Knight bows as grandly as one can sitting on a counter. While their certainty as guide was somewhat shaken, their capabilities as explorer never has been, and they're only to practice and improve the former.

They recall his fascination when selling the Hallownest Seals. They're also fairly certain they recall he doesn't know their names, so that won't alleviate the itch of not grasping it. They're uncertain where they could've even heard it.

The Grey Mourner, I called her. Her Mansion is just as grey. She was still around as a spirit(?) and tasked me with bringing a flower to her mantis lover's grave.

They think to draw a sketch of how she looked like when they met. Something, again, itches they've missed a detail. Perhaps further exploration will jog their memory.