He glances down at her thoughtfully, fingers reaching up to stroke through Faolan's hair again thoughtfully.

"She might have picked it up from being around me. Seelie magic, that is. I'm not so sure how it works, in truth, but you were not born with it after all. Perhaps you picked it up from me too."

Lancelot widens his eyes in faux-surprise, then looks between dog and man.

"Perhaps I'm infecting all of you with sunshine?"