They nod. They allow this to slip away before temper rears its head. They fear less that they'll devour Lemm or the like, but they can feel the tips of their Wings trying to cling to the counter. It's been a while since that last happened.

This close, they can't look quickly enough for a simple glance. They need to move their full head to peer up into his face, confusion more obvious. I don't mind, no. But I believe I could bring if I can solve the drop-plates and check for surviving Traitors.

The White Lady could protest his presence, but this doesn't occur to them.

Even if it did, they wouldn't much care for her concern.

They gesture to a particular drawing of a shell. There's a corpse of a giant beast here, overgrown as the rest. I found a few like this throughout Hallownest, but none so openly.

And above it: The White Lady resides in bindings here.

They nearly write you should avoid sentiment, but stop quickly. That isn't necessary. Their dislike of her shouldn't bar him from discovering more history.

The tunnels within are narrow, is what they eventually settle on instead.