Faolan shakes his head at the other man, picking his head up out of his hands as he looks back up to the other man, who has now moved his chair to sit beside him. Faolan wishes... He wishes a lot of things. And the weight of those wishes weighs heavily on his mind, as for the most part there's nothing he can do about the majority of them. And he's too much of a coward to address the rest.

"I'm just glad to have you back," he admits quietly, finally breaking a long moment of silence stretched out between them, shrugging slightly as he does. "Glad that we managed to track down that house. That you were still there. That we were able to get you out..." He tilts his head back to look up at the ceiling as he continues, "I think I would have torn that whole place apart to find you. I suppose I nearly did..." he admits quietly, glancing at the other man somewhat self-consciously before back down at his hands in his lap and focuses more on the here and now.

"Some of those bites are pretty nasty, but they'll heal," he says. "I can put some gauze over them if you'd like. It would keep from rubbing them too much. You might feel better without all that tape just yet, though..."