Faolan chews on his lower lip for a moment, falling silent as he nods in response to the other man's question. And then has to go back and amend even that much. "I... Am now," he says, and doesn't dare look up at Lancelot to see what might be on his face as he continues. "It was. A bit close. Getting out of there. Kenzi wasn't exactly making friends. I got. A little sliced up," he says, to put it mildly. He braces himself before he continues.

"But I'm okay now, yeah. There's a midnight witch I met. On assignment. A healer, sort of. I..." He trails off, not quite sure how to explain him further, figuring he should give the other man a moment to process the news then anyway.