He'll pause at the hand over his and look back, raising an eyebrow. He can't fault the logic, however, so he'll let Lambert by and then follow him in.
"I don't wear perfume," Childermass feels the need to point out. He clearly isn't thinking of what else might put off a unique scent — tobacco, for example — and instead assuming and finding some offense there. The cloying stench of lavender in the room is bad enough of a reminder how headache-inducing the stuff can be.
How the woman in question looks will put a quick end to further complaint. What they see here isn't anything at all like the rude sprite from before, but some ghost of her. It's a surprise that she even is still breathing at all, the shock enough to cut through the haze he's been drifting in for a moment. He'll steady himself against Lambert, a hand on his shoulder, and frown down at what they're seeing here.
"They said this is normal for them? I am amazed they are still alive at all if that's true..."
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"I don't wear perfume," Childermass feels the need to point out. He clearly isn't thinking of what else might put off a unique scent — tobacco, for example — and instead assuming and finding some offense there. The cloying stench of lavender in the room is bad enough of a reminder how headache-inducing the stuff can be.
How the woman in question looks will put a quick end to further complaint. What they see here isn't anything at all like the rude sprite from before, but some ghost of her. It's a surprise that she even is still breathing at all, the shock enough to cut through the haze he's been drifting in for a moment. He'll steady himself against Lambert, a hand on his shoulder, and frown down at what they're seeing here.
"They said this is normal for them? I am amazed they are still alive at all if that's true..."