Grimm watches carefully, as if some movement of theirs might betray whatever thoughts they're really having. But it looks like they're just getting comfortable. Grimm waits patiently for whatever they opt to do with his answer.

With a glance at their talons Grimm is reminded how effortless it had seemed for them to reach even the Nightmare's Heart, and to send its greatest acolyte cowering. Nightmare would have been foolish to challenge Void, even if it hadn't been wrong about intent.

...Regardless. Apology accepted.

"It is not unreasonable for you to want answers, Knight. Regrettably I am limited in providing them." He will allow a small whisper of approval to follow his words. Family, they said, and community. Objectively constructive goals. That Grimmchild is included in some of their doings is a positive.

Enough, perhaps. Grimm tucks his long legs back under him and stands, water cascading off his wings with a rush of noise. He turns to step up out of the spring.

"Tarry if you must," he addresses them, bowing, "but your performance is awaited!"