Lambert, for once, hasn’t had much to say, everyone else having covered the requisite level of sass. That, and he’s pensive thinking about the task they actually have in front of them and the fact that his main use in this expedition is being a living compass towards a shitty fae. Given all the talking going on now, though, he can’t help but interject, drily.

“Ignatius really is the only fae in the Summer Court who doesn’t like gossip, isn’t he?” He straightens, adjusting borrowed Summer armor, and inclines his head at her in acknowledgement.

“You would have heard most of this if you were at the talks.” His gaze tracks to her hammer. “Were you not invited, or just busy?”