Faolan glances at her, noting the slight pause in her explanation but not questioning it. She's reassured him that she's okay with dogs, and Lily's hardly a handful. She's just nervous and no doubt wondering why all these people are coming home but none of them are Lancelot.

Carefully opening the door, Faolan beckons her inside, closing the door carefully behind him. True to form, a fluffy white ghost pads out from around the corner of the kitchen where she'd been soaking up what coolness she could get from the floor there and regards the pair of them carefully. Offering Faolan a hesitant wag as he steps forward and gently strokes her head to reassure her.

"She's hardly a guard dog," Faolan reassures Annie in turn. No matter what Lancelot might say on the matter.