Lambert looks up at Peridot, blinks, then looks down. Right. This probably looks bad, but he doesn’t stop, speaking as he unfastens it and pulls it free.

“There’s iron in this belt.” Iron which has thus far been of use freeing Steven from the Rose, and stabbing Lambert in the leg. Not a great track record, overall. Hopefully they’ll serve him better while he’s borrowing them. He’d set down his own arms by the side of the bed once he got Childermass on it, and he’ll rise to his feet to start buckling it on himself. It’s a bit of a tighter fit, owing to not being a skinny scarecrow of a man.

“I’m going to need it, heading out there again.”