Faolan moves to stand and reaches a hand out to steady the other man, moving to gently hush Lily. He can take care of her once Lancelot is settled, he promises. (Once it is actually time for her to be fed for that matter.) He motions to the glass of juice in the other man's hand instead.

"You're fine," Faolan replies, before "I can take that." He reaches for the glass and gently takes it from him to set it aside on the table before stepping forward to help guide the other man through the flat to his bedroom. Not that he doesn't think he won't know the way -- it's Lancelot's flat after all -- but Lancelot has been through a lot these past few days and he just wants to help in any way that he can. Make himself feel useful while he is still able.