Seer eventually settles the paper against the front of her wings, not-quite holding it to her heart, and stares into space for a moment.

Then she tilts her head back up, aiming a distinctive look at the Knight.

"Lord of Shades," she says, quietly. There's nothing to be gleaned from her tone - it's measured, carefully, as she addresses them again. Testing, maybe. "The Knight."

She's still processing, naturally. And it's slow - there is a lot to be considered in just this letter. First things first.

"The Dream Nail found its Wielder in a Higher Being," she tries, still testing. No, that doesn't feel quite right. "Or perhaps - no... The Dream Nail found a Higher Being in its Wielder? You've opened many gates with it, it seems." Seer folds forward, in a more exaggerated mirror of their earlier sweeping bow, her antennae following forwards to almost touch at the ground. "Lord of Shades, it is an honour to be called upon -"

"There'll be none of that," Lemm cuts in, not unkindly.

Seer stills, then hesitantly peels herself back up. She looks from the Relic Seeker to the Knight, seeking confirmation.