They nod vigorously. Yes, they would. If they hadn't wanted any of it, they would have been far more clear.

All those things. All those gifts--why, Lemm, would they have ever refused?

They should ask, but they're staring at it all again. They tear their gaze away. They should say something.

Yes. And it's worked. Thank you. The last words are underlined multiple times, but that's not enough. They need to...explain. Say more. Something. Do not speak, whispers their Sibling's voiceless resignation again, but no, it's not anywhere near that. Their mask is going to burst open all on its own with how much is going on within it.

Words are fine only when they work.

The Knight stands and steps around the shattered pieces, holding their arms out loosely.