Faolan shrugs slightly, before nodding. "Not too long," he has to specify. Because there are those in the community that he has known for far longer. He glances back at Lancelot, before down at his own feet, shifting awkwardly.

"Almost a year ago," he specifies. "I'd been on a hunt. Got cut up pretty bad. I was on my way home when he stopped me. Made me go to the hospital." He shrugs again, as if to suggest that it wasn't anything really, but that would be a lie. It had meant a lot to Faolan. More than he'd really care to let on, in all honesty.