They flail wildly. The flower is lucky they heard Lemm crunching over the ground first, or it would've gotten a much more lethal shredding. They duck from underneath and swat it in Lemm's direction with their paws, which doesn't do all that much but make it sway.

They take a few steps away and pull out their paper to confirm. She had a strong non-Hallownest accent. Called me "le-mer" and herself "che". The flower she requested I deliver was from the far place she came from. "Lands serene," the White Lady said.

Unfortunately, they remember the White Lady's words more than particulars of the Grey Mourner's accent. The Grey Mourner's quest was frustrating. The Lady's refusal of that gift was insulting.