"From up there?" Childermass is distracted momentarily by Scout, her explanation earning a quirk of an eyebrow. At best, he's skeptical, but whatever. He'll question it more closely later.

What's important now is they have the rose at last.

Back to Syrlya as he returns, he takes a step away from the pathway, gaze caught on the rose itself for a moment. There's too much power there and, quite honestly, he doesn't like it, but he's always been sensitive to that sort of magic. The magician frowns at it, then looks up at Syr again.

"Good. We're leaving." Obviously. No 'how are you' or 'what does that feel like'. Not this time. Though looking at them all, they've gained another two people. "I can try moving all of us through the shadows, but I do not know if I can with this many at once."