Dragging himself to this alley is about the most Lambert's been able to do in his current state, hobbling out of the gardens and shaking off the concerns of their other companions. The reason being, he's realized it isn't only Childermass that disappeared along with the flock of birds, but there's no sign of Peridot either, and the renewed adrenaline from the terror of thinking he got his sister kidnapped because he'd been stupid enough to sign up for this whole thing in the first place.

After all, at the end of the day -- he's just human. This whole damn thing is a reminder of that.

Still in pain, Lambert's essentially slouched against the alley wall trying to breathe and considering if falling unconscious could be the better part of valor. At first, he thinks he's hallucinating when he hears Peridot's voice coming from the sky. It's much harder to dismiss the dirty furball that lands right next to him not long after.

Peridot will get her full second of Lambert just staring at her, like he can't quite believe she's actually there, before he speaks.

"Dot--" His voice cracks on the word and he doesn't even care, reaching out to pick his sister up in his hands -- gently, he has enough presence of mind for that much -- and turns her over to check the extent of her injuries. Right now, the knowledge that she probably isn't his sister and that everything they remember isn't true doesn't matter as much as the sheer relief of seeing her alive.

"Where were you? What happened?"