[ When all else fails, trust in the faerie inclination towards wanting to keep their toys. Not necessarily always in one piece or in the original form, but there's no need to add that out loud. Childermass himself finds some comfort in it, just not a whole lot.

He'll look down at the offered hand for a second, then take a moment to wipe his hand clean on his vest. He did just slide his entire arm through a coffee spill, after all, but it was black coffee, no sugar or milk included. It'll be fine. Only after will he take Pidge's hand for a firm shake. ]

John Childermass. We have not. [ Though he's spotted Pidge a few times around the carnival since. ] I would still suggest going back to try and get some sleep, if you have the time for it.