Nothing has every truly called Childermass's attention to the hole in his own memory. It's a small one, to be sure, one that simply doesn't come up for much reason. It made more sense to him that he had simply found Vinculus alive, getting him down from the tree in the nick of time, but for some reason he finds himself thinking about that moment as Strange rattles out his description of the Raven King.

It becomes less a matter of seeming so damn serious about it to more like he isn't even paying attention at all. If anything, he looks more uneasy and unfocused now than anything else. Why is he thinking back to that time? That moment? Sure, it involved the Raven King's book, but that has nothing to do with—

Thankfully, the kettle going off jolts him out of whatever his mind must have wandered to and he refocuses on Strange, blinking.

"Ah..." From there, he turns quickly to move the water from one coil to another before flipping the stovetop off.

Pythia hops back some as he does this, chiming in quietly, "Are you alright?"

To which Childermass gives a noncommital answer of, "Why wouldn't I be?" Before turning to go track down a pair of mugs from the cupboards. He carries on like nothing happened since he would rather pretend as such. "And then what? The Raven King answered your summons, but he didn't stay?"