Faolan shuffles inside at Lancelot's bidding, honestly surprised that he doesn't seem as much of a mess as he feels. Or maybe he does, but maybe it's all that different from his normal state, such that Lancelot doesn't notice at first. Does he always seem unstable to the other man, he wonders helplessly, just in time to catch his name in Lancelot's conversation.

He bends over in the attempt to placate Lily and give himself something else to focus on besides the stream of questions running through his head -- what's happening, what's wrong with him, who was that and how much do they know -- but the decision doesn't end up the wisest of choices. As soon as he ruffles his hand through her fur in the attempt to get her to relinquish her prize, he hears barking. Barking...that sounds strangely like talking? Or attempting to. He stares at Lily for a long moment and then glances up at Lancelot. Who seems to have ended his phone call and -- had he said something to him just now?

"I..." Faolan struggles to find anything to say to explain himself.