Faolan shrugs slightly, brushing the back of his hand against the back of the other man's forehead himself as Lancelot does. "I don't know," he says, honestly. He a little hot yes, and Faolan can feel the heat of his magic pouring off of him as well. He finds himself somewhat distracted for the moment, and thus answering a little more bluntly than he might otherwise do. "I wasn't really paying attention to what happened to it all. Don't worry about it. There wasn't anything valuable in there even if you did. I'll get it all cleaned up later."

He steps back, watching the other man for a moment. Trying to gauge how he's doing. Certainly worse than he'd thought at first. He'd seemed shaken of course, but not... Well. Obviously Faolan needed to be more observant. And come to understand that when Lancelot actually asked for something for himself, such as a drink, or to be able to sit down, that generally the situation was actually more concerning than he's probably letting on.

"Water?" he asks. "Or something stronger?"