He flails out for the bed, grips at the sheets and moves to ease his other arm from around Faolan's shoulders so he can shift to sit on it. He sways a little, unsure exactly which way he's facing, then fumbles out a hand again to try and judge as he flops onto it.

"I'm not stopping you from staying," Lancelot says finally, then flinches suddenly as he feels something fluffy near his face. Lily. "... If you do stay, though, if you could... help with my friend here..."

Shuffling he tries to move away from the edge, misjudges and nearly half-falls off the other side in the process until he orientates himself properly and crawls himself up the length of the bed so he can lay out.