The Lord of Shades bows. It's strange to do in such a sinuous form, with a high amount of their body still half-coiled on the ground. Unfamiliarity doesn't stop them.

...Hmm. They know he'd manage, and they're realizing, suddenly, with their size disparity, if they carry it, they'd leave him behind. They can deliver it. They don't want to.

They pick up the hat rack in a single hand on one side, held between claws by its base like a splinter.

And then, shyly, they set one of their other hands by Lemm. In front of him. Palm-up, flat.