"He is normally quite grumpy," Lancelot adds, shifting to lean on one of Faolan's shoulders a little. As much to keep him within grabbing distance as for the subtle reassurance the contact might bring. "Not this much thought."

Flicking his eyes sideways he studies him, the awkward tension in him, and wrinkles his nose slightly.

"It's all right. Siobhan can help fix it if you tell her about it."