"Might be nice," Lancelot agrees, if a little sleepily. With his eyes closed and Faolan's cool hand soothing his forehead it's a struggle not to drift, although he supposes there's no particular reason not to. His fingers slow a little as they ruffle Lily's ears, hand dropping away to rest on the bed after a moment. "Why don't you go to bed, mm Lily? We can both have a nap. How's that?" She perks up at the sudden stop to her attention, shifting after a moment to try and inch around Faolan -- get closer to the edge of the bed and Lancelot. She is a good girl! They said so! She should go to bed! This is bed too, what he lays on. Can she be on the bed with him? Maybe that is what he means. She fusses a moment, then her front paws lift to rest on the edge of the mattress questioningly.