Lambert, unmoved by his sister's shriek of dismay or the sudden rose-tinted lightshow surrounding him as Steven heals him, remains firmly unconscious. This is probably a good thing, since he's still injured enough that being awake would be an incredibly unpleasant experience -- and a strangely familiar one. There's a little more color to his face, but at least his breathing is less labored (a pained wheeze instead of faintly bubbling with liquid) and his pulse is stable.

He still looks pretty gross with the slowly-drying blood that's dripped from his nose and ears and mouth, but at least he's no longer dying. Thanks, Steven!