"No shit," Lambert mutters, unnerved enough to let the woman go, goosebumps prickling down his arm. Is it colder in here? It feels colder, even though he knows that's mostly in his own head.
"We should tell... tell someone," he says, slowly, turning to look at Childermass. They're close enough that the effort makes him slightly cross-eyed, and he shakes his head again, gritting his teeth. Why is it so hard to keep his head on straight, right now? It hadn't mattered outside, when the most strenuous thing he'd had to worry about was if his opponents had a better hand of cards or not, but just thinking really is like trying to grapple a wraith without Yrden.
"I don't think this is normal." Whether he's referring to the woman, or both of them being the way they are right now, it's hard to tell, and the furrow between his brows deepens.
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"We should tell... tell someone," he says, slowly, turning to look at Childermass. They're close enough that the effort makes him slightly cross-eyed, and he shakes his head again, gritting his teeth. Why is it so hard to keep his head on straight, right now? It hadn't mattered outside, when the most strenuous thing he'd had to worry about was if his opponents had a better hand of cards or not, but just thinking really is like trying to grapple a wraith without Yrden.
"I don't think this is normal." Whether he's referring to the woman, or both of them being the way they are right now, it's hard to tell, and the furrow between his brows deepens.