With the adrenaline of the fight wearing off, Lambert can’t maintain the dragon form much longer anyway. With Rita off him, he’ll shift back into being a man, of a particularly worn, bruised-looking one.

While the new arrivals have his attention, he’ll also glance to Syrlya to see how he’s holding up. He saw someone take Steven over there, but with the general cathartic feeling of letting all that fire loose...

“Maybe you shouldn’t be greeting a fae with an iron weapon,” he’ll murmur quietly as he follows after Rita.

Misunderstandings can happen, and all that. He’ll draw up beside her and hold out a hand for the knife, evidently prepared to take it back.