“Don’t— gah!” It’s too late for Lambert to register his protest, so through the portal Alolan Childermass goes flying with an undignified yelp, though reflexes have him twisting around and landing with a far too heavy thunk.

Well, they’re in here now. Lambert looks around. The gem looks unguarded enough, he supposes, which makes sense because they really didn’t expect anyone to come back here.

He looks the gem over, inspecting it for damage, then glances at Steven.

“I’m going to pick it up,” he warns. “If you feel anything weird, tell me to stop.” He reaches out, gingerly, to pluck it off the stand.