"Well," Lancelot says softly, "why don't we work it out together? Tell me a little more about what's been happening. I'd like to think I'm quite good at weird things by now."

He may not be any kind of resident expert, but he's definitely seen and heard a lot of strange things. Shifting to lounge a little more comfortably he lifts his hands to gently comb through Faolan's hair, trying to soothe him through it. It isn't so bad, see? Lancelot doesn't mind, Faolan, so just keep talking.