What did they do to him? Lambert feels his ire rising at the question, and fresh off the memories he just shared, some of that anger is audible in his voice.

"No worse than they've done to us before," he snarls back. What exactly that consists of, he won't bother to detail -- though the Ringmaster's imagination can probably entertainingly fill that in with horrible images before he answers what he guesses is her main concern. "No iron. Just stories, like the Scribe and Curator told us to."

He breathes, and launches into another question. "But it's not enough to kill him. The Summer Court's going to be after our asses no matter what -- you want to leave another fae with a grudge on the loose?"