Lambert's not a fan of physical pain, but he's no stranger to it either -- and he's cocksure enough in his ability to cushion enough of the impact to avoid either of them snapping their necks or something equally unfortunate (probably). What does surprise him is when, instead of the painful thump he was expecting, they drop straight through darkness, and he doesn't even get the chance to yell in surprise about it before they're out and through, rolling along the ground until they come to a stop with the magician sprawled on top of the witcher, arms still looped around his waist.

Stunned, Lambert lies there panting. Farther away, Baker barks in confusion at his master's sudden disappearance, but that seems like such a distant thing with the blood rushing through his ears, heart thumping from the near miss.

"What the hell?" He says finally, wide-eyed, forcing himself to sit up despite the disorientation. "Did you just--?" The shock is, just faintly, starting to fade in an expression Childermass likely hasn't seen on his face before: awe.