He feels peculiarly stuck on the cake (You made me a cake, Faolan says, and You cared about me, and he isn't entirely sure he fully understands why a cake is so significant.) and yet clearly, strange as it seems, this was important to Faolan. Perhaps because he felt so tired and wrung out at the time, it all felt such a contrast. Perhaps Faolan truly has been lonely enough that any sign of care feels threefold strong. It strikes a painful note of pity in Lancelot, the thought that perhaps anyone who showed kindness to Faolan could have ended up this way. That perhaps Faolan was so starved of kindness his gratefulness for it had swollen out of control.

"Faolan," he murmurs gently, "you deserve far better than this. And you will find that person -- I know you will. Someone as strong and kind as you are, but... forgive me for saying so, you should not settle for cake."