The Knight sinks into his hold, face resting flat against his shell.

They know. Gifts aren't something anyone would do for just anyone else, and certainly not Lemm. It just makes it hit all the harder, that he chose to.

How absolutely taut they were holding themselves is only realized when they loosen in Lemm's arms, melting. Somewhat literally, Wing-tips unspooling to hang off them without much notice.