While Steven may be waiting on Childermass, Lambert’s not about to. The Summer Queen has spoken up, finally, and he exhales softly, some small tension in him unwinding despite the pointed request.

He steps away from where he’s been standing, holding himself poised and alert for trouble, to cross the room and stand at Childermass’s side. More out of cheek than expecting Childermass will actually take it, he offers the magician his arm, murmuring quietly.

“She never said you had to do it alone.” For good measure, he winks.