Help? It takes Lancelot a second to realise he means with the reaching problem, and then it dawns on him with faint flicker of surprise. He hadn't meant to hint or anything, after all.

"Oh -- well, if you don't mind...? Although, you should eat first. Before you get it all over your hands and smell like a first aid kit."

He wrinkles his nose slightly, eyes flicking over Faolan before dropping to his sandwich and finally lifting it to take a small bite.