Faolan glances back up at him, supposing it isn't the sort of thing he would want to talk about no. But it needs addressed. And Faolan will be there to help, for as long as Lancelot can stand him to. He figures for at least tonight, he has the excuse to stay by the other man's side. To guard him, and keep him safe. Maybe Lancelot even welcomes the company, given his display in the taxi. Maybe that's just wishful thinking on Faolan's part.

He moves to sit back and take account of the other man's wounds. There are quite a few bites, some of them more vicious than others. He reaches for his gauze and disinfectant to begin cleaning the other man up, before glancing up at him in turn. "Tell me what happened?" he asks softly. He suspects Lancelot doesn't want to talk about it, doesn't really want anyone to know the specifics. But Faolan had been nearly out of his mind with worry. He needs to know. He needs to be certain he is doing everything right. Everything that he can, anyway.