"Oh, I know it is." With Ignatius's attention on him, Lambert grins. This part is easy enough, if only because he honestly doesn't know the answer and wants to see what Ignatius has to say.

"Do you even know where she is? Or is she strong enough that you can't go after her, even if it means Summer's strength will never be what it should be?" He twirls a finger through the air, idly. "She's made a nice enough place for herself, if dancing and trees are your thing."