There are so many questions raised by everything they've just written. Lemm's about hitting the point where he'd be barking queries at the Knight one by one, probably in a tone that suggested he vastly disapproved of every answer. What do you mean it attacked you! And your Siblings? You're putting Greenhorn and hostile in the same thought? You're telling me if you were injured enough there'd be a good chance of a hostile Lord of Shades roaming Hallownest? Ad nauseum, keep demanding until he pushed them too far and both of them had a nice spat over it and he'd get plenty of time alone to think it all through.

He strokes a hand down his beard and stares off at the floor, grounding himself carefully. He doesn't want that. Neither of them want that. He will have to let the anxious knot in his chest just sit there.

Small steps, then: first, the Knight is not convincing enough.

"Husks were never the only danger in Hallownest and we both know it," he scolds, mindful not to raise his voice or snap like he wants to. "If we're working together on this history project of ours I'll need you to be clearer. You'll do no dying over this, Knight. Now that I know it's possible I'm setting a rule."