“Then let’s get you up.” Not the situation Lambert hoped to be saying that in, but... he eases the arm on Childermass’s good side around his neck, slips an arm under his back, and carefully gets him up to a sitting position, huffing softly with the effort. Once Childermass is propped up on his pillows, he returns with a glass of water and offers it to childermass— not without a brief comment.

“Nice fangs,” he jokes, albeit weakly. “Now we match.”

In more ways than one, with the scars now lining Childermass’s face.