Faolan ducks away from the shaking himself, but does his best to stay in place and keep a hold on her regardless. It helps, to be able to concentrate on washing the dog instead of just trying to focus on this conversation and the predicament he's found himself in. He wonders whether Lancelot had planned things that way, but doesn't know whether the other man is quite as conniving for that or not.

"It might happen that way no matter what my intentions might be," Faolan points out. "They could be printing it all now for all I know. What would I even tell them besides?" It's part of the reason he's kept it a secret for this long as it is. He'd intended to double-cross the Night Council but the Night Council had other ideas, and other protections in place, to make such a thing difficult, and now here he is caught between the two of them really just trying to play it by ear as it is.