Faolan nods slightly. "It's fine. Thank you," he adds, because he feels that he should. She shouldn't be the one giving the orders, after all. It's not her fault that Faolan's life is so complicated. Not her fault the fact that Faolan has feelings for the Head of the Guardians that might go a little above and beyond the levels of friendship, and that is why it's so difficult to get himself to think rationally about this situation.

He lets her leave to gather her things and tries to take a moment to steady himself. If that should happen to have included a swallow of the decanter of whiskey that he keeps in his office that is neither here nor there. He makes his way down the stairs to wait for her to meet him in the front hall.