Moving is exactly what they needed. Having a short stride means they can let Lemm go ahead when either of them want, too.

Internally, they're a little proud it's getting easier to stay their blade, no matter how tempting the King's marks and short spitting fountains still are are. Instead, considerably-sized puddles get a slice lashed through them on occasion.

They slow when Lemm gestures toward--Marissa! They clap twice at the sight of her, rendered beautifully.

Applause doesn't come naturally to them, and they've never done it under the rain. It turns out it makes an extremely strange noise.

They stumble to a halt, staring down at their own paws.