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They're not dead.

Less dead than they'd felt, at least. Their shell doesn't normally take so long to reform.

Then again. Their shell doesn't usually break of their own violation as they ascended in a boiling rage, ate at least one realm, a god, and all the Godseekers.

(That last point is debatable, actually. There's some odd sense, deep under their...shell? Void? Wherever they once stored things like Isma's Tear, much deeper now...that the sea-mind is still there, sluggish and held in a stasis. They're already adjusting enough, and they don't seem to be dying or trying to kill them, so that problem is neatly sorted as 'for later'.)

They push their body to stand. Their horn clangs uncomfortably loudly against the grate they've apparently woken up beneath. They're somewhere in the Royal Waterways. A quick check of the map--or, not so quick, as it takes time to locate where it had been--shows they've risen about halfway through, closer to the City of Tears than the White Palace. They'll go to the Stag Station in the City Storerooms next.

So they think. Complications arise on the way.

The Infection is gone, leaving dead Flukes, Pilflips, and Hwurmps in piles enough it takes time to force their way past. Their body seems too small. No, their body is fine--there's something wrong with perception itself. That will take time to adjust to.

Then, they discover the Monarch Wings now stretch and warp when used, twisting around the nearest pipes after landing before the Knight forcibly calls them back. Shade Wings, they decide to call these.

Once they're high enough to hear the rain above, they realize a noise they'd ascribed to water running in the distance is, in fact, something swirling behind their mask. Many somethings. All the fragments of Siblings with enough self left, staring out from their eyes. It's disconcerting.

By the time they actually get out of the Waterways, they're using their Shade Wings to grip ledges and drag themselves up, with those holding onto things better than their own arms are with the Mantis Claw.

The Knight faceplants awkwardly onto the floor of the building Lemm's shop is in. If the City is the same as below, there's little left to try killing them in the area.

They'll just take a moment here, thanks.

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Their head turns, taking a moment to peer around the room.

Myla also takes the moment to wave at the both of them. She keeps glancing between Grimmchild and Lemm.

This is the Knight's own house, but they haven't...stopped to examine it in a while. I didn't think I'd stay in here much, but now that I have reason, I suppose you're right.
I like the cushions. I might get more from the residential district if any kept.

Lemm is kind of surprised to be waved at. Maybe he shouldn't be. She's conscious (...somewhat?) and that's a fairly ordinary reaction to have to seeing people.

He hesitantly waves back, or rather raises a hand at her in a more reserved way and offers another little nod.

"...Hi," he offers as a verbal component, not quite convinced she's seeing him properly. He's very quiet about it, and feels like that was simultaneously too much and somehow not enough of an effort.

His attention snaps gratefully back to the Knight's words when they finish writing, the distraction wholly welcome.

"Aye. I'll keep an eye out for any that didn't take in the damp. I've been through the same thing." They know. They've seen where he sleeps. Isn't that a thought. "S'there anything else you'd want to put in here? Might be able to streamline the search a bit."

Myla continues to watch him, thinking. Thinking is slow. Like swimming through molten gold. She's doing that somewhere, watching a few bronze masks back, but she can.

This is the first place I've really had for myself. They've never mentioned this, have they? I haven't thought about it. I didn't know I'd like the cushions. I should experiment.

The first-? Right, they wandered, somehow this thought hadn't occurred to him quite so starkly as it does now.

"Sometimes that's a milestone," he says, deliberately vague. "Either way it's bound to be something to adjust to, but that's the way of it: you've your own space and you can do what you please until it's to your liking."

Saying this out loud, he considers that maybe he forgot that somewhere along the way. That's not exactly how his living space has been for quite some time. Hm.

A nod of acknowledgement, and they glance the room again, not absorbing it as much as...just looking. Their house, their space. Their...complete lack of ideas.

Do you have any suggestions? The Knight assumes Lemm would know better than they, and that his amount of clutter is how he happens to like it. Other than relics. I promise not to steal any for here.

The Knight assumes incorrectly.

"Wouldn't have suspected you until you said it, you little would-be thief," he gruffly points out. And waves a hand quickly. Kidding, kidding. He knows they wouldn't.

Um. Suggestions. Does he have any.

Lemm's mind supplies him with a whopping great expanse of blank, and he just sits there in an uncomfortably intense stare at the table. ...Until the Relic Seeker part kicks in, and he thinks about other people: homes and lounges he's seen in the capital...

"Could put up some more pictures," he starts, sounding uncertain. "Flowers maybe. More storage." What did Ze'mer have? Her house was lived-in. "Somewhere to write, or fix your map. You do a lot of writing. Should have a place for that."

Another bout of hesitation. He snaps his fingers a couple of times to urge himself to think of the words.

"The - those - stuffed toys," he comes up with eventually, and immediately cringes. "You pointed out the - the toy Nail, at the mansion. No, sorry. Poor suggestion."

Ugh. He sits back, embarrassed, and rubs at his forehead in a way that conveniently blocks out his face.

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They make a mocking grabbing motion with their paws. They are a thief at times! Often of things nobody is left to care about.

Lemm stares into the table, and they stare at Lemm, listening hard. He sounds uncertain, but it's still more than they've got. More pictures--they don't have any, but could get some from Sheo and the Nailsmith (whose name they should learn), perhaps. Flowers, yes. Storage that isn't them, incredibly helpful, yes. They don't need a writing anything--

...but this isn't about exactly what they need. They can have things they don't need, only want. They can try that.

The cushio--

"A st-story shelf," Myla suddenly suggests. "For your papers, if you b-b-bind them! You write a lot."

They glance at the single shelf they've got, full of pots and bowls. They don't know what a 'story shelf' entails, and she generally can't focus on what they write, but they could use more of those in general. They dip their head to her.

He perks up at Myla's contribution. She's been very quiet until now, but this does tell him she's more present than he suspected.

Lemm turns to look at her. He figures he can probably guess what a story shelf is, though there may be some nuance he's missing. Maybe he'll keep an eye out for that term when he gets home, just to be safe.

...Almost a little amused by the thought that occurs next, he flashes the Knight a frank look.

"Sounds like she's got the right of it. Should be asking her, not someone who lives where he works."

Is it rude to talk about her in front of her, if it's technically meant as a compliment? Just in case, he nods at her:

"Not a bad idea. The Knight and I are both fumbling for suggestions, if I'm honest."

They dip their head to her again and finally remember to elaborate: A good idea. I will later. She has trouble reading my writing here.

"Sure! But I think they're d-doing p-pretty well now too!"

Myla runs a hand between Grimmchild's wings, staring at Lemm a little more.

"You...you're a R-Relic Seeker?" she asks tentatively.

Lemm nods at that. It has occurred to him now that their vocal silence may have been a problem when trying to communicate with someone who seemed mostly delirious.

...Oh. She remembers, does she. That was unintended. Lemm finds himself a little apprehensive, even though realistically there's nothing for her to remember about him but his title. At least now he's glad he hadn't lied.

"Aye." Is he going to have to explain the profession? "Still have your songs in a drawer in my shop." They count, rather like Ze'mer's poetry. This he kindly leaves out. "Interesting cadence."

"So that r-really happened! I thought you...you weren't in G-Godhome, when I looked."

Myla's very relieved that has an explanation now. The Siblings still unsettle her, but she's aware of them and played splashing games with some, after she realized she can't drown and can swim to the edge. The Godseekers are...very weird, and she knows them better now. She hasn't been allowed in the Pantheons to fight--not that she wants to, at all--and there's been nothing to spectate, so she hasn't seen any other sort of being but those.

The rest of it connects a little later, and she perks up. "Oh, thanks! I'm g-glad you saved them."

To the side, the Knight nods their own approval.

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"No, a mundane bug like me's got no business being somewhere like that. You'll find I'm firmly in Dirtmouth." Nor does she, but that goes without saying, and anyway they're working on it. "I don't live here though. Came up from the capital."

Absently, Lemm's hand strays to toy with the fork. He wonders what that's like, being partly here and partly there. Confusing it sounds like. Anyway, best she doesn't start getting ideas.

"Don't read too much into it," he deflects, sounding a tad meek. "Anyway I'm up to speed, in case you're wondering - the Knight filled me in. Might be a bit before it all gets straightened out, but it will." He affords a glance to the Knight, too - this is as much for them as it is for her.

"I was wondering..." she trails off, antennae twitching. She's somewhere around the clouds now. She's inferred they used to be a very pretty gold between the lines of Godseeker's praise for their current shiny dark grey. "...um." What was she going to say?

--oh, that's right! "Yes! It's already b-b-better. I'm not lost anymore!" Or in the Colosseum. She'd rather be stuck entirely in Godhome than there.

The Knight nods again. They are going to. They know it.

Lemm's earlier words catch up with her, delayed again. Myla leans forward a little. "You're from the Sh-Shining City? I've never b-been!"

...Very confusing, then. He recognises total mental distraction when he sees it, and he doubts it comes from anything more ordinary.

Myla gets a nod. It is clear enough that there's been improvement. He's glad she's conscious of that herself.

At the namedrop, Lemm looks up from the fork in surprise.

"Odd to hear it called that out loud these days." Oh. Maybe he shouldn't have said that? Lemm clears his throat and moves on quickly. "I'm not from the capital, either, I'm afraid. Came looking for something, found it, stayed." Suitably vague! "What about you?"

"I was looking for riches! I d-didn't...find those. B-b-but that's fine!" She doesn't really want to think about what she found. "What's there for you?"

The Knight lightly stiffens at the first part, and relaxes at the last. They also don't want her to think about what she found. (There are still pieces of shining pink scattered by Dirtmouth's wind across its dry soil.)

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Riches. He's not fond of that answer, but now isn't the time to get judgy. She's the Knight's friend, and she's... going through something.

...Right. Vague tends to make people ask questions. There is also the matter that the Knight is listening, too.

He averts his eyes for a minute, resuming his fiddling with the cutlery.

"History," he says evenly. "Found plenty of it - and couched nicely in grandeur, which always adds some flair to my work. Riches isn't far off, just a different kind."

It's the truth, though Lemm hasn't looked up from the fork.

"Oh! I g-guess you are a Relic Seeker, haha. I know the City's a very old p-place."

The Knight flips their paper and writes a very large, single glyph for Myla to see: RAINING. They glance at Lemm hopefully. Explain?

"Very, though there's older down there than the glass and brick. I aim to become an authority."

It takes him a moment to actually look up and catch sight of what the Knight has written, and he isn't particularly sure how to approach the situation. Myla doesn't seem to be completely aware of things as they stand - but this doesn't seem to be quite like, say, Ogrim for example. Maybe the worst he's risking is some disappointment.

It is also one word, and doesn't exactly tell him what they want him to explain.

Ah, well. The Knight knows who he is. He does his best.

"Aye, the rain's constant there. Comes from a lake above the cavern roof." A mild huff. "The sights may not be as glossy as you'd imagine, if you're still calling it the Shining City. Colloquially it's the City of Tears, now. Bring an umbrella unless you like getting half-drowned."

However. This addition is important to him.

"Still worth the visit in my opinion. Just because it's soaked through doesn't mean it's not a thing to wonder at. I've never seen anything like it."

The word is obvious enough for Myla to read, but she makes a lightly puzzled noise, staring at it until Lemm explains.

"Oh? It's not just waterfalls anymore?" There'd been a few in certain places, she'd heard. They were beautiful, for just being pouring water. That's not very charitable of her. Crystals were just shining rocks--

A pause, as she cuts from thinking about that. The City of Tears? "That's a s-sad name. If it wants visitors, they sh-should call it s-something nicer! I still want to, though," she adds, bouncing a little. Grimmchild readjusts. "B-b-besides the rain, what's it like?"

To the side, semi-private, the Knight writes Swimming City.

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"Waterfalls?" Oh, that's interesting. Lemm tucks that one away very neatly. "No. It's not technically rain, but it's rain all the same - just drops, and endless as far as I've seen. Though there are warm springs around the Kingdom with waterfalls in them. You'll have to tell me what you've heard - I've a mind to compare."

Lemm tries not to react too obviously to the Knight's little aside, though they get a mild scoff. Easy to pretend that's about what he says next.

"It hasn't wanted visitors in some time. Aside from myself and... a handful of others," he is realising very suddenly that the number of people included on this list really has grown, "the City's deserted. Its population took a dive with the Infection. Nasty business, and the name's as much a lament as it is a comment on the weather." He looks ambivalent about it.

Hmm. She really might not know this.

"The Kingdom of Hallownest lies in ruin," he states outright, "in case you're unaware. But it's a grand ruin all the same. I'm not selling it very well, but I -" hm. He quiets, slightly. "I'm taken with it."

"I...know," she says quietly.

She...saw some of it. Pieces of it, between songs, filtering through the hot Light. But also, those Fools...they complained to each other above her head even as they grabbed her, because they couldn't take anyone else. There weren't enough to take.

"I'm n-n-not--I n-never went far fr-from the mines," Myla says, stutter going significantly worse. "My v-village was ju-just outs-side, and...it d-didn't look full anymore, wh-when I left, haha." This laugh comes out far too high.

Ah. Well. No accounting for his habit of putting out the harsh truth.

Lemm glances at the Knight, checking that he hasn't made an error here, but he can't exactly dwell on that and leave Myla steeping in what looks very much like it might go from nerves to grief.

"We don't have to talk about it," he tells her flatly, unable to come up with anything kinder. And a bit of explanation probably wouldn't go amiss, so... "I'm numb to the matter of it. Others aren't, and I'm well aware. For your own good, don't humour me." There, sound advice.

He sighs, and rather clumsily tries to make nice.

"I'm not one for visitors, but my shop's one floor up in the closest tower to the Storerooms lift. Keep an eye out for anything that looks old and valuable and I'll price it accordingly. Riches I can't guarantee you, but I'm fair."

(Lemm pre-emptively puts his palm flat on the Knight's paper. Don't you dare.)

The Knight's flat stare doesn't indicate they're particularly pleased, because they aren't. This subject isn't necessary.

Myla stares at him a while, parsing the words as she quietly skims her hands across the surface of silver-gold sea, twitching over Grimmchild's back.

"I kn-know there are s-signs, in the City. I can p-probably find you. B-b-but I'm n-not...I'm okay, without riches now," she says, half-laughing in a voice that cracks down the middle.

He can't help it. His eyes narrow, and he has to stifle a displeased little groan before it can slip out. He tried to deflect!

... It sounds like an excuse, even in his head.

Lemm's gaze snaps straight down, and he withdraws his hand from the paper and fidgets his fingers along the edge of the table. What did he actually say that was wrong...? He was just going on what she'd told him, and it - it had virtually been an invitation... Ugh. Something was wrong, though.

(There is a glance at the door. Then back down. No.)

"Sorry," he mutters stiffly. Though he doesn't understand, it's sincere.

"I-it's okay!" It's not okay. Myla can't tell him why, even if he asks, even if he wasn't a stranger she's only met twice.

The Knight quickly scribbles a distraction. Tell her about places she can visit there. Pleasure House/Park/Spire.

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