By the time he runs out of material he has come to the conclusion that none of these piles of paper were actually as organised as he assumed. He forgets their skillsets do not overlap. But the Knight seemed happy to lie there, and whether they were listening or not he doesn't know but there is something so reassuring about their company.

He is still silently reading back over the last one when the Knight lets go. They'll be moving on now, then. Come to think of it he's not sure how much time this took up -

- the dull awareness of a pat on the horn takes him by surprise, and he promptly drops the letter on his face.

He peels up a corner of it to peer up at the Knight, looking a little bewildered as he quickly tries to work out what was that for?

...He sits up. Moving on. They're moving on. There are flowers where his thoughts should be as he reaches for his bag.