As he finishes scribbling down the spell, Strange turns back towards Peridot. Walking over towards the coffee table, he hands her the spell. It's amazingly hodge-podge, some sort of calling upon the elements incantation mixed with a bit of Latin mixed with a bit of a language that Strange phonetically wrote out because like heck Peridot can read cuneiform or any other not-English alphabet.

"I hope we can find something as well," he admits, with a frown. Not because it'll make Lambert happy but because Strange desperately wants to make certain that Childermass is okay. He rolls up his sleeves slightly, before moving from the couch and kneeling down in front of the table. Poor Pumpkin gets nudged away by Strange's elbow as he kneels down.

"Tell me when you're ready. We don't need to hold hands or anything, but you'll need to place at least one hand on the bowl itself."