"It is! Which means I get to decide what I do, and this is what I've decided to do."

He smooths the futon out and ducks away into his room, comes back with Faolan's bag and a pillow.

"Here you go, and..." Lancelot vanishes away again, finally emerges with a blanket. "There! That should do you. I can shut Lily in my room so you can sleep without her fussing. Not that she has much energy left, but she may in the morning. I can leave a packet of painkillers out as well if you like, on the off chance you wake before I do and don't want to move too far to get some."

Shaking out the blanket he drapes it over the futon, brushes out the wrinkles and studies Faolan for a long moment.

"There's no need to punish yourself, Faolan. I'm certainly not going to punish you."