Lemm grows steadily more convinced that this is something extreme, as the Knight keeps walking and continues to broadcast absolutely nothing of their thoughts. The air still feels strange and cold to him.

"Aye. Best to keep moving," he offers, after a bit. He should keep talking. Right? "The sooner we're out of here the better - we'll go somewhere less depressing..." Except he can't think much to talk about that isn't the Resting Grounds, or about Moths, or just continuing to talk about what they're doing as they're doing it. And all of that feels like just adding more of the same to the pile, so...

Lemm does stay quiet for a while.

And, ah. They're at the Tram Station. Except the Knight just seems to be standing there.

...Don't they-? He thought they must have a Pass, considering where they've been. Maybe not.

Lemm scrambles for his bag at the realisation and it takes him a second to dig around, but from an inside pocket he withdraws one of his own, and holds it up like a suggestion. Yes? No? They knew this was here, it's on their map, but he's no stranger to forgetting where he's going when his mind is occupied.