Yeah, no, there really isn't explaining any of this. Lambert will, however, manage to push himself up on his forearms, reaching out to grab Peridot by the shoulder and nudge her to the side like she hasn't said anything at all.

"Your hand?" Lambert asks, sweetly -- or as sweetly as he can around a grimace of pain as another spasm of pain ripples through him. "Don't you mean your paw?"

In startlingly clear hindsight -- as it turns out, getting ripped into by a bone monster is a remarkably effective way to clear your head of lingering memory fog -- his half-assed plan rates a 10/10 for effectiveness (he wasn't actually expecting the Prince himself to deign to address him, given how uninterested he was in Lambert before) and a 0/10 for survivability.