It looks pretty gnarly. Or, depending on perspective, like an exciting challenge.

“It’s ether dragon or a cat,” Lambert rumbles. He didn’t have much of a chance to ask the Ringmaster to take it off.

Though he may have a possible alternative to simply slinging Childermass off his back, now that they know the temple’s friendly territory. He looks dubiously at the stretcher West is struggling with, then at Syrlya.

“Can a portal bring him directly inside? Wherever West needs him.” Not a maneuver he imagines Syrlya has tried often, but... which one is less likely to jostle Childermass’s organs out of his body?