"Believing you can take care of yourself and also wanting to help you aren't mutually exclusive things!" Lambert hisses. Seriously, Childermass! Even as his hand is brushed away, it's his turn to grab the front of the changelings shirt, this time with an eye to dragging him down to his eye level so he stops needing to crane his neck up.

"The earth's dying, I might not be who I think I am, and I have no fucking clue what to do about any of that," he says, gripping fabric tight. "But I can do something about this. Even if it's just helping a few less people end up like you."