"At least better to do it on your own terms. Control the information and how they hear it, before they hear it from someone who has it out for you. Here -- see if you can help get her face and front wet."

He shuffles closer and holds out the shower to Faolan, flicking him a smile then moving to hold Lily once he lets go. She turns to inspect Lancelot, looking distinctly worried and bedraggled now. The bath has filled a couple of inches and her paws are splashing about as she shifts unhappily. He cups handfuls of it to gently wet her a little more.