If she's feeling attacked, the guy with the big old light sword stepping close probably isn't going to help, but the small bit of relief it provides Lambert from the oppressive air around them keep him from being distracted from the Huntsman in his head.

Instead, he comes to a stop, holding the sword parallel to the ground, over his head with one hand on the grip and the other on the blade, and wills the light it casts to shine brighter, trying to illuminate more of this dank, oppressive place.

"Look for any bindings or injuries," he calls out, voice strained. He hasn't heard any rattle of chains, but that doesn't necessarily mean they aren't there. Though he knows the Huntsman can exert his will with or without physical restraints, he needed the snake to hurt the Ringmaster -- and if it's still here, poisoning and weakening her, then they should at least do something about it.