Lambert is human. This trip has made him painfully aware of that much, literally so, since he’s still incredibly sore from being flung around during the Rose Queen encounter. He’s never liked the cold, but here it bites into his skin, even through the layers of clothing he’s put on. He grips his poker tighter in his gloved hand, crampons crunching through the ice underfoot as he gingerly makes his way along the tunnel.

He's bringing up the rear with the angel party, occasionally using his poker to clonk the stray corvid that attempts to swoop at him to rake his eyes out. Most of that kind of thing, though, he leaves up to the couple of angels with him. No sign of the Beast around, and he can't decide if he's disappointed or resigned.

The one upshot of the cold is that he’s too numb to feel all the aches in his body. He doesn’t have the connection to the Earth Spirit the way Tamaki or even the werebeasts do, and wherever the hell it is right now, he hopes it's paying attention ... though maybe Strange had a point. This place doesn't look like it could be connected to the earth at all.

[ ooc: Lambert is with Team Angel; angels winging back to check on how the slowpokes are doing, other non-angels bitching about the cold with him, or just jerks wanting to get to the ritual first are welcome to tag in! ]