Suspicious Sibling--not quite suspicious now--stares. And then they realize oh! Lemm can see them. He's waving at them. They draw up one raggedy tendril to wave back.

It hits the full void form of the palm they're sitting on when they're done. They startle and look down before doing it again. Palm-smack. It doesn't make a sound, but it feels different than bumping the windy form of another Shade-Sibling or the liquid of Void in their shared dream-self.

Smack. Smack. Smack. (At least they're not staring at Lemm this way.)

The City is huge, but so is the Lord of Shades. They still travel a good distance taking the slow-steady pace. Darkness looms ahead of them--not a tower, but the wall to Kingdom's Edge.

Relieved, they alter course to follow it until the Watcher's Spire appears to their left. They know the border, they know their way, they know this.

Even with Lemm afraid in their careful hold, they remember what he's said before, and think sardonically: thank the Shadelord for the walls--

--and their form slams to a halt, as though they've hit one midair.

They're aware. They don't know the streets, but now, they know exactly where the borders of the City of Tears, every bit of length, chinks and routes in and out.

They shudder and drift lower, aiming for the Spire, and then, the Square.

It's been a long while since they last felt relief seeing their tallest Sibling's memorial.