From the moment Elysium disbanded, Peridot has mostly been letting the chaos unfold around her. She only has eyes for one thing: The fae on the other side of the room who is clutching two gems.

For a moment she thinks maybe-- just maybe-- she can do this. Just turn into a bat, take advantage of the hell breaking loose to snatch those rocks right out of that fairy's wretched little hands. For all she knows, this might be her only chance at it. Now or never.

Lambert brings her back to her senses. She turns at the sound of her name, sees him standing there holding up Childermass's unconscious form. One last desperate glance is cast back at the fae, and right then and there she swears she's going to get them back somehow. Both of them. Because not even Jasper deserves to get used as some sort of bauble for some stuck-up fae.

Growling, she turns around and, once again, takes on her dragon form. She goes to grab Childermass around the middle with her jaws, assuming that Lambert will catch on quickly enough and let her take him. Makes more sense for her to carry him like this than for Lambert to try to run away while holding up the other man's dead weight.