It's been two and a bit weeks since Lancelot's dramatic rescue, long enough that he's slowly getting up to speed again. His aches are starting to ease, his fears to dim, and he's on light duties at least while he gets back into things.

The text catches him by surprise, if nothing else because Faolan doesn't normally actually bother to text ahead, but he's glad of the warning if nothing else. It isn't like he's liable to say not to him after all.

Need something?

Is his response, because he's trying to gauge if he'll be going somewhere or cooking.