The Knight's empty eyes meet his gaze square. Is that what it seems like?

...Is that what they're doing?

I don't have plans for that. I don't have much plan for anything, they admit, and stare at the paper, trying to pull together thoughts to language to text.

They've done it before. Even in Hallownest, to some degree. Cast out for whatever they might be, strange and disliked, they decided enough was enough, whether others were correct or not about their presence as a bad omen, an emptied-out shadow. In truth, partly what they were doing before slowly growing their connections through this place. Lemm's fear for them, and Dirtmouth's concern, have truly shaken them into realizing how much that's changed in so little time.

I'm not considering swearing off anyone. I simply know I need to learn safely. I don't need to worry for myself., in the physical. I want to adjust to whatever I'm capable of without fearing too much that I might kill or something else irreversible.
That's why I would prefer not to be easily found for at least this attempt at sleep. I'm not going to hide from everyone forever.

(...Lemm asked, once, in a moment that felt vulnerable like this--)

I'll come back. I promise.