When they comprehend what he's about to do, the Hollow Knight makes their first autonomous movement: reaching behind themselves to pull the rest of their Nail into the shop. It is lifted and, after hesitation, leaned against the sturdiest-looking shelf to their right.

It is within reach. They do not see Relic Seeker Lemm as a threat, but they'll need it to stand, when he requests their leave. If he does. When--

Do not think.

They are allowed this, now, they've been assured.

It is simpler--better--not to.

Their claws barely tremble around the edges of the pot.

They're stymied and still for a time. Do what you can is a broad statement, and they have only a single hand to hold a single object. Surely, the item he's offered is more important--

Do not--

Do what you can.

They delicately settle the pot on a crease of their cloak, where their legs bend inward, and take the cloth.

The Hollow Knight does not waste time with concern over potential mess on the silk.

It's already damp, stuck with splinters, and coated with fine dust of the White Palace's remains. A little more is unimportant. They were not commanded to care for it, and so they do not.