That's enough to get Lambert to cock his head, trying to figure out how to phrase the question forming in his mind with wasting the least amount of effort. (Look, he's written more in the last few days than he really has in an age, it's not fun.)

The training changes you? he writes, slowly. 'Another human,' she says, implying she is human, but ... the only humans Lambert knows who can live that long are magic users and witchers.