The Knight scoffs with a twitch of their head. Mosscreeps. Weaklings that nobody should fear. Some may even find them cute. Even Infected, they were an irritation more than threat. The Moss Knights and the things with spikes were the only opponents they'd worried about.

Along with the acid. Not for the first time, they send gratefulness in Isma's direction for her Tear.

They continue listening patiently to all of Lemm's reading and explanations. Occasionally, they take a moment to scratch out their own thoughts, such as wondering if knowledge of the Infection's apparent reemergence was being suppressed intentionally, and asking a little elaboration about the theorized homeland to privately try working out if they notice anything familiar.