"I'll make a note of that for next time," Faolan replies, with the quirk of a smile.

He settles further against Lancelot's side as the other man squeezes him closer and inquires about how he's feeling. He forces himself to take a deep breath and really take stock of things before he replies.

"Yeah," he says, "I. If that's really what this is... I suppose that it makes sense, in a way. It's just that." He squeezes his arm tighter around the other man for a moment, as he considers how to phrase it, before explaining, "A lot of bad things have happened in the city. Magically, I mean. I wasn't prepared to be able to see, hear, and feel them all when I woke up this morning, that's all."