It's difficult, but it's a sight better than sprawling on his face again. With his body numb, Lambert doesn't even feel the pain when Scout rests her hand on his waist and things are pulled in all sorts of directions, but he reflexively grits his teeth anyway. At least it shuts up the banter, if only because he's concentrating on not making a misstep. More than a few times, he has trouble getting his feet under him the right way, and they have to pause to adjust Scout's grip on him.

Though it's not enough to entirely shut him up, regardless.

"Where's the Ringmaster?" he murmurs. That's the last thing he was doing right before he blacked out, after all.