Faolan moves to stand himself and brace the other man himself as he wobbles beside him. He doesn't chide him to remember to take it easy -- he figures the way he had needed to reach out for his support would be reminder enough. But he does give him a moment to adjust to standing before he even thinks about trying to help him out the door towards the kitchen.

"No need for heroics tonight, remember?" he chides the other man, softly, slipping an arm easily around his waist. "Don't push yourself too hard. That's what I'm here for. Order me around, if you like." He quirks something of a smile at the other man. "I might actually listen, for a change."

He tightens his arm around Lancelot's waist, hoping he's given him enough time to right himself. "Alright?" he asks.