"Then you call someone from the medical tent," Lambert answers. He scrubs a hand back through his hair, exhaling and looking back at the gem.

"As far as I can tell, he's fine. If there's anything wrong with him, it isn't with him ... physically. His vitals are stable enough." He pauses, trying to figure out how to put words around this. "There isn't anyone else around right now that I'd trust with him like this, or that he could take seeing him like this. Please."