It occurs to Peridot that she hasn't ever even been in Lambert's trailer before now. Under different circumstances, this would be an intriguing experience, getting to see a more casual and personal side of the Nightrider. Right now, though? She hasn't the energy or the inclination to go sniffing around.

She blinks rapidly when she enters, thrown by the darkness inside. The lights, she doesn't even bother with; there's no call for it when she basically has a headlamp built right into her forehead. Rather abruptly, her gem begins to glow intensely, casting a beam of light wherever she happens to look.

There's certainly an uncharacteristic silence about her as she follows after Lambert, though it's not exactly a mystery as to why that is. Emotional distress and exhaustion are two key factors, but she's worried about Childermass too. Lambert doesn't have to ask twice to get her to assist; with a terse nod and an affirming grunt, she hurries over to the desk as indicated and fishes around for the requested supplies, returning once she has them both in hand.

She hovers anxiously off to one side while Lambert works, casting a critical eye over the prone man, the pale green light from her gem mingling with the blue from Childermass's fae marks. There doesn't seem to be anything seriously wrong with him, from what she can tell? Granted, Peridot doesn't know much about human injuries or their treatments...

"I don't see any blood, at least?" she says hopefully. "What happened, anyway? Why did you all knock him out like that?"