Childermass looks as though he might disagree with that, just leaving like this, without another word, if the way his brow furrows and the grim line he purses his lips into say anything. He won't, though. He will look back at the two other specters of the story, the two parents. Osric's indifference and Mila's growing horror. Nothing he could say would change anything, as he's already realized before, even if it is frustrating.

So he just leans down to retrieve his handkerchief, from where the boy had dropped in when he sprung up to flee. It's still stained with red, though he suspects it will fade the same way everything from these books do over time. As such, he pockets it without worry, turning to follow Lambert when he goes and picking up his pace for the few steps needed to close the distance between himself and the witcher.

What he can do, if nothing else, is escape this scene before Mila begins wailing or even worse can happen. That means taking Lambert by the arm and pulling him — both hims — into the shadows yet again, trying to get them back outside the village as quickly as they had arrived.