It leaves Lambert nonplussed, because while yeah, that's obvious enough, it's really hard to enjoy being looked up to by Foster. Like it's a mark of somehow moving down in life, rather than up. It's lucky that Foster isn't looking at him, because Lambert doesn't have to worry about hiding the scowl of confusion on his face, before he shrugs it off.

No point in letter Foster know just how damn hard doing what he's been trying to accomplish all afternoon has been. He adjusts his grip on the branch so he doesn't have to cling to it so tightly, silently experimenting on what he can safely accomplish without losing elevation. It holds steady, and he exhales, glancing at Foster. Once again, however, his daemon will beat him to the punch.

"What are you even doing?" she asks, squinting down at Foster.