"Do I need water for the painkillers?"

Or is it... something else? Syringes? Dimly Lancelot wonders just what sort of stash Faolan has and how legal it is, but he isn't in a position to throw stones when it will be helping him. So he drops to sit on the edge of the sofa, a little carefully at that. Watches Faolan as he goes to dig for things.

He won't ask for a shirt because he doesn't want to suffer the pain of taking off the one he has on yet.