Well, magic works, which is something. But that doesn’t make Lambert feel good about that glow.

“West, stop standing around and be a doctor, will you?” Lambert says. He’s still wearing Ignatius’s form, so this is all probably super weird to hear coming out of him.

“Rita. Good to see you back. Look him over and tell West what you see.”

He doesn’t offer either of them a chance to ask clarification before he’s concentrating on bending space, opening up the door and striding through. When he comes back, it’s with a blanket in his arms and a couple of vials of phoenix juice in his hands, and he’s shifted back into the Gamma from before.