"Anything the Winter Court touches is poison," Childermass mutters, though that doesn't keep him from ruffling Baker's fur. It's comforting just having him around. Someone entirely untouched by this ordeal, able to be happy no matter what, but that's dogs for you.

Still, the news that they're sticking around longer isn't surprising. It'll still earn a sigh and ends his attention to Baker, who whines over that and shoves further at Childermass so he's at least getting a hug around his neck if not scritches to his ears. It forces the magician to lean over and look at Lambert around all the fluff.

"I know. We can't just abandon this place to the wind but... I would rather be gone from it sooner than later."