Even slouched, as they don't realize they're doing, the Hollow Knight looms.

Details may be more obvious than before. One sleeve of their cloak is sewn shut not far from the end of the stump that remains. Where there should be wings, hidden beneath, sweeping down their back, it all awkwardly bulges just below their shoulders where even Weaver-make couldn't disguise it.

Their pace will be any set pace. They are able to meet whatever expectations of movement he might require. They do not see this question as enough of a query to respond to.