Even if Lambert's bound to fail at sitting up, Childermass still reaches out to stop him, resting a hand on his chest and leaving it there, pushing down slightly in hopes he gets the idea. Lay back already, idiot.

"They're fine," he answers, "They're the ones who dragged you back here."

Strange being dead doesn't even earn a reply, not even a blink. That, too, is something already known.