And then Strange just yelps like a wuss because Jesus Christ there is a rat in his hair. There's a brief feeling of weirdness that settles in Strange's gut as Lambert's daemon touches down on his head but that feeling of weirdness is almost instantly overpowered by the confusion and shock of there being a goddamn rat in his hair. By the time he's managed to put a hand to his head in order to yank that thing out, the polecat's already bounced off his head over towards the daemon.

And while the two grownass men might not be one for physical affection, turns out that their daemons are. Because Siobhan just laughs at the nose boop and tries to use her flippers to scoop Lambert's daemon into a big, wet, floppy seal hug.

As Lambert rushes up, hand over his chest, Strange's hand is still in his hair, as he puts all the pieces together. And suddenly, he realizes just how lucky he is that seals are kind of ridiculously slow on land. Lambert's probably been dragged all over Greysol by that hyperactive little fiend.

"She seems...energetic." He's not commenting on that nose boop and seal hug because how exactly does one comment on their soul being super cuddly?