He recognises that reluctance. There is a familiar tension to the way their paw curls and the shape of their thoughts holding them still.

Lemm gently shakes his head. He decides this will not be a lesson the Knight will learn. Not here, not from him. Not when they've been teaching him otherwise. He's lived far too long with that one to pass it forward.

He is slow, but purposeful. His arm aims to slip around behind the Knight and rest a hand on their shoulder.