“You could just leave it at ‘I’ve no idea,’ you know,” Lambert points out, just to be shit, but he gains a pinched expression hereafter.

“Childermass got himself ripped open. Iron, as far as I could tell — magic wasn’t healing him.” Says the asshole who got himself ripped open, but obviously, he’s much more worried about the other man’s welfare than he is his own. Witcher’s and faebloods might have different constitutions from the average changeling, but when it comes to iron? One undoubtedly has it worse.