"You know, that is easy to picture. Very easy to picture." She can see Lancelot insisting that Faolan go to the hospital—did he fuss? She imagined him fussing. Not exactly fretting, not a full grandmother act. But still fussing, hanging around until he was sure the other man was taken care of. "For both of you."

She raises both brows, head tilting, smiling faintly. "There are worse things to base a friendship on, though."