Yes, Faolan can see what happened to Lancelot physically. But he doesn't know the full extent of what Lancelot has been through in the past few days. And if the other man does not want to share, then perhaps he will never know. Faolan doesn't want to push him, but he does wonder if Lancelot might feel better for sharing. Perhaps not in the moment, but at a later time. To have unburdened himself on someone else.

That choice is for Lancelot and Lancelot alone, and so after a moment Faolan nods mutely and continues his preparations. Sufficiently soaking the gauze before glancing back up at the other man and frowning slightly himself.

"This will sting," he says, softly. It's a mild solution, but he's going to need to make sure everything's thoroughly cleaned. These are vampire bites after all, and Faolan knows better than to simply let them fester. He reaches for Lancelot's hand, turning his wrist over gently, making a mental note to put some bruise cream on the rings around his wrist as he starts on a mark on his inner arm just above it. "Let me know if you need me to stop at any point and I will," he says, glancing up at the other man to try and get a good sense of how he's handling the whole thing.