"He mostly guards against raccoons," Childermass says in a mild attempt at humor to cover up the grimace he makes as Lambert checks his arm over. A sling, though. That isn't the worst. However, he can't help but add, "Hm. A sling means still no flying yet..."

Admittedly, he can travel other ways. Like, take a bus or use his shadow tricks. Crow is just easier. Flying is easier.

"And I don't see why there couldn't be a church grim in Portland. They have churches here, ones with graveyards. Just because their story starts in England doesn't mean they're stuck there and only there." His gaze flits down to the little grim. "Isn't that right, Baker?"

The grim just lets out a doggy huff. Ethereal sounding, yes, but still quite dog-like.