They are slimmer, hence why Childermass would inevitably remain as well. It's troublesome. For as useful as a second round of boons would be, he does have work to do back home, a book he desperately wants to translate, one that might solve their missing abbey problem in its own right. With so much to think about, he's beginning to wonder if he should go track down a drink after all...

"Hm?"

Lambert shakes him out of that thought, bringing his attention back to himself. He blinks, then frowns, looking entirely like the answer should already be obvious.

"In case you're killed, of course. If it can happen to someone like Sans..." Who can literally teleport to safety by thinking about math. "It's only planning ahead. It's sensible."