"As it so happens, I am."

Childermass sees no cause to hide that much since it's pretty obvious when one sits back and thinks about it. Creepy guy, creepy shadow magic, creepy bird form. That isn't very summery, now is it? But it isn't a good time to discuss that, not here, not now. The elemental has lumbered its way back to them, though before it can step within swinging range of the two, Childermass makes a sweeping gesture with both hands, down towards the tall bushes and hedges that surround them.

A fire elemental doesn't have much shadow to itself. The surroundings, however? With whatever power he's tapping into, he pulls at the hedge shadows and forces them to expand, growing out to engulf the whole of the path they're all on. He turns his hands over, pulling them back up, and the shadows rise around the elemental's legs, slowing it to a stop.

It struggles against it, though, shadow against fire, and there's no hiding the tremble in his hands as the changeling struggles to hold it still.

"And if you're going... to do something... I would suggest now be the time."