"You'll be fine," Lancelot insists, and steps to his side so he can rest a hand up between his shoulder-blades to gently guide him along. "If you like, I can make you either a commiseratory meal or a congratulatory one -- whichever is appropriate depending on the outcome."

And really, either could apply to either outcome. Faolan might well be relieved to lose and feel upbeat about it all.