Childermass manages to keep his legs under him with the support from Lambert, though he does lean heavily against the witcher just to do so. For something so simple looking, the chill it causes to spread through him from his shoulder is startling. He shouldn't be bothered by the cold. He's gotten so used to it by now and then this happens? How can he freeze to death after everything that's happened, everything that's been changed about him? Isn't that unfair?

He reaches up, hand hovering over where it the shard is stuck. Black ice to go with black blood and black clothing, he supposes. He doesn't touch it, though, thinking better of it even as he answers Lambert's choked words with his own fading voice, "It's only my shoulder. I've had worse. This... this won't even leave a scar, I'm sure..."