There is a subtle turn of his head to the cleaner, if scuffed, floor, and to where the Hollow Knight sat huddled and damp.

It probably says something to how unlikely that meeting should have been, if the Knight's first thoughts are of other siblings.

Lemm looks back at them and shakes his head mutedly. His horns incline towards the window slightly, at his shop's now-curtain-framed familiar view of the statue in the square.

"No. Your tallest," he clarifies. "And Hornet."

Lemm waits to see what they do with this information, first.