Lancelot follows along easily, only glancing back at the room once as he belatedly realises he might have done some damage.

"I didn't break anything, did I?" he prompts, slightly awkward in the question. Hopefully if he did it's replaceable, and not too expensive. As soon as they seem to be in the right room Lancelot sinks into a chair with a heavy sigh, touching a hand to his forehead. He's a little hot, but he doesn't think he's about to throw up this time. Not yet anyway. That's one thing, at least.