Lambert was sick. It was so obvious to see. He seemed slightly weak, and had ever since returning from one of his usual crusades. He had a cough, he was barely eating. He was getting worse, but every time you brought it up, he would shut you down. He was driving himself to the point of collapse, and you were worried.

Today he looked especially bad. He was panting slightly, he seemed hot despite the brisk air and the slight breeze. As you walked up, he swayed softly on his feet. Not in the usual gentle way, more like an I-can-barely-keep-myself-standing way. He held up a hand. (Hoof?) "Please, child. I'm fine. I'm okay..." It really really looked like he might faint.