"Very true. We can keep an eye on each other, then."

Lily pads forward to sniff at Faolan and shove her face into his lap, fussing as Lancelot adjusts the heat on his food and pulls a few things out of the fridge.

"It must feel good to be able to relax, after everything. Have you thought about what you'll do now? About Hillingdon."

Since he found himself in charge of it, after all, even if he doesn't think he deserves it. Lancelot shoots Faolan a cautious look, unsure if he should really be asking but not taking it back. Not yet.