As the fire rises around them, Childermass can only close his eyes against the light of the fire and, at first, hope for at least a peaceful end where he lays, still collapsed against Lambert. There is no end, though. Only warmth, chasing away the cruel, killing cold of the shard jammed through his shoulder. Once that goes, he's not completely surprised to find energy and life returning.

"About time," he grumbles aloud, opening his eyes again to give the restored Ringmaster a less than impressed look. Of course, he doesn't often look impressed and doing something like 'fixing this shit' doesn't really rate congratulations here. "I thought you really were going to let us die for a moment there, you dodgy old lizard."