Lambert grunts his affirmation, but his eyes are on the fight, trying to find the best way to circle around and contribute to the attack, Ignatius seems to have her well-occupied, thankfully, but Syrlya still trapped in the Mother of Invention's hand and looking in bad shape, now, that's another matter.

The dragon circles around behind the Mother of Invention and awkwardly tries to latch onto the hand still holding Syrlya, scaly hands trying to pry at the fingers still holding him tight, trying to get her grasp open loose enough to get the Mesmer free. There's a half-assed plan about catching him with his tail if he succeeds at that, though it's unlikely Syrlya's squished innards will appreciate that.

Unfortunately, it's in the middle of that effort that the Mother of Invention straight up keels over and starts flailing around. Caught by surprise, Lambert nearly gets clocked by a flailing arm, but he just redoubles his efforts to wrench the Mother of Invention's fingers open. There's no time to be gentle: as soon as Syrlya is free, Lambert is gonna straight up get his jaws around his body (hope that armor's sturdy) and take off, gliding off to touch down heavily somewhere out of range and dropping Syrlya on the ground.