While the more mobile of their group sort themselves out, Lambert’s unsurprisingly going to turn his attention to Childermass and see how the magician’s held up to the shock — though his reasons for doing so aren’t entirely out of loving concern either.

“When you get a chance to move,” he rasps, “I want to borrow that damn iron knife. Tyki—” his still wobbly gaze flicks over to the downed Noah and he frowns. “You gonna need a potion to heal up?”