Resurrection seems like kind of a difficult thing to deal with in general, Lambert says, so it's probably understandable.

"I don't think anyone's laughing at much of anything," Lambert shrugs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Though it does seem like a much smaller problem compared to, well, all their other problems.

"So, uh, has anyone else caught you up on everything, or..." The witcher considers if there's really any good way of offering it, but there isn't, so he just gives up and goes for it, gesturing vaguely at his head (and by extension, the unfortunately metallic horns attached to it). "Do you just wanna take a look?"