Childermass pushes at Baker's head some once he's done ruffling fur, prompting the giant dog to move aside and sit. The magician leaves one hand resting in his mane but, otherwise, he turns to look Lambert up and down. Closer, it's definitely worse. So many new scars, so many harsh lines pressing against skin, it's a decision he nearly regrets immediately.

It's a struggle not to retreat back to the relative safety of paying attention to Baker and no one else. A variety of questions flit through his mind there and then, how he should ask about what's been done, what else has changed, but, in the end, he just settles on a sad-sounding, "Someone should really find you some pants."