The Knight's thoughts slam to a halt. Their writing paw matches. They're staring.

Tallest and Hornet.

They--Lemm wouldn't have gone to Deepnest, as a scattered spark of panic tries to worm its way across their thoughts. They don't know enough to assume--but they instinctively scan Lemm for injury still.

He looked at the floor. They were giving him enough attention to notice, and the scratches--

--those aren't drag marks at all.

how?

Quietly reeling, the simple question is a little shakier than they'd like.