His eyes widen a fraction at that, brow furrowing in concern. 'Lucky to have gotten out at all.' Well, that's hardly reassuring. He lets out a slow sigh, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm glad you did. You both got out, then? And you're all right?"

Faolan hasn't been obviously limping or wincing, not moving in any kind of restricted way. Unless he's simply hiding an injury very well, of course, or has taken so many painkillers that it isn't noticeable.