Lambert shakes eggshell off his fingers, coughing into his hand.
"We're in the Count's Elysium," he tells the Ringmaster, even though he doesn't actually know what that means, and looks to the other fae for their reaction. He hasn't actually realized that Herbert's been broadcasting this whole time, but he knows better than to think the Count will allow him any time to explain the situation at length to the Ringmaster.
That doesn't mean he misses the flash of green moving closer out of the corner of his eye, though, and he shifts position to put himself slightly more into position between her and the fae. Yuya's wards aside, he really feels like a sword is better protection than handholding at this particular point.
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"We're in the Count's Elysium," he tells the Ringmaster, even though he doesn't actually know what that means, and looks to the other fae for their reaction. He hasn't actually realized that Herbert's been broadcasting this whole time, but he knows better than to think the Count will allow him any time to explain the situation at length to the Ringmaster.
That doesn't mean he misses the flash of green moving closer out of the corner of his eye, though, and he shifts position to put himself slightly more into position between her and the fae. Yuya's wards aside, he really feels like a sword is better protection than handholding at this particular point.