Lemm takes in the full sight of them with an anxious twiddle of his umbrella. Slowly, he takes his hand back as he not-so-expertly tries to assess their condition. Still, some things are obvious. It's probably a good thing he didn't close the gap. They don't look right.

He gives an uneasy, evaluative little hum. He doesn't like how much effort that took them, but what choice but to continue? They're both still liable to wait in the rain forever if nothing changes. Anyway, it seems the vessel might be as stubborn as he is.

"...On our way, then," he sighs resignedly, and gestures with the umbrella. Lemm takes a step, waits to be sure the Hollow Knight is following, and then he'll certainly set the pace. Which will be as slow as Lemm judges it should.