He almost breaks right there. It isn't. He wants to believe it. Badly, he wants to - he wants to cling to it like he's drowning and someone has thrown him a lifeline. He can't quite - but they go on.

And they go on.

His view of their writing is a little blurrier than he'd like by the time their pen lifts from the page. They care. Someone cares. The Knight cares, they have been so patient -

"I..." Non-starter, ends in a stifled little sigh. The second pass goes a little more smoothly. "I'm not used to it either. You're right." He fans a hand over the page, gesturing to all of it. "I promise the same. I'll be careful for myself if you'll... yes. I promise." He too did not expect to find anything in Hallownest but a place to hide and something to occupy his time.

He is quiet a time, fighting hard not to lose his measure. Then he manages to turn to look at the Knight properly and speaks with a shred of raw confidence.

"I'm not speaking as a Relic Seeker when I say it's an honour." He nods, respectful but nervous. "If you'll allow me I'd like to think of you as a friend... I'm not sure how this is done. I hope I'm clear."