Ah. Perhaps they should stick to hand-holding over shoulder and arm touches. That should be easy enough with their differences in stature.

The Knight bows, as always.

They'll return again before long, they decide as their shadowy self dashes off the counter and pace determinedly out of the room. Not too soon, to give him space, but perhaps just a visit, hopefully another trip. They want, actively want to show him more of Hallownest, and only now register how fueled by worry they'd been before in comparison.

They think to turn back and wave in his direction before they're gone down the hallway. Farewell!