"Song choice could use some work, but you're not bad. Besides which, it isn't as if I'm serenaded often. I have to take what I can get."

Lancelot squeezes Faolan a little, trying for reassurance.

"Starting to feel better?"

About everything, about his visions of sort. It is why he'd been here, after all. Lancelot hasn't forgotten that, he's just carefully not focusing too hard on it.