Thank fuck for vague contracts. Lambert blinks at Strange then shrugs it off — that contract is the farthest thing on his mind right now — and offers Rita the vials, which she’ll recognize as the ones Lambert gave her for Solstice.

“Here. Maybe it’ll give him some more energy.” In the meantime, he’s snapping open the blanket and dropping it over Ignatius as best as he can. It’s magically self-warming flannel or something similar, so it’s roughly like being shoved under an electric blanket. Not much help in this situation, but it’s all he’s got.