[They come to him and Grimm closes his eyes, finding their hands to hold and just letting his heart beat. A rhythm that rarely changes. Some incarnations of him found comfort in that, something to listen to when the world became too noisy and the weight of the chains too heavy.

Perhaps the Knight found that same sort of comfort.]

It would be presumptuous of me to assume how you feel by their departure. But if you have any regrets or more to say, I am here.

[Anything that comes to mind. He has learned how to speak with his hands and would wait for them to find their voice to say how they feel.]