Faolan doesn't know what sort of a reaction he expected in the face of such honesty, but it certainly isn't this one. Kneeling in front of him as he is, clutching his hand in his own. Telling him that he believes in him, that he will always be there for him. Faolan's never really had support from anyone, certainly not for a long time, and certainly not to this degree. It leaves him speechless for a moment, staring down into the other man's earnest brown eyes. It almost has him believing in himself as well.

Faolan has to look away after a moment, his face flushing slightly, though he does not move to take away his hand. But what does he say, in response to such a thing? To such a reassurance that he did not even know that he needed, until Lancelot has laid it out in such a way before him? "'Always' is a strong word to promise someone," he says at last.