Iron; the subject is changed on him again. His attempt to find stable ground is overturned just as easily as the earth Lambert works with his spade. He looks to his wrists, trying to remind himself that he wasn't a captive anymore and not to deal on the memories those marks bring.

"Magic can't fix it..." he comments, attempting to keep himself in the here and now even if this reality was feeling less real all the time.

"Everything else was healed."