"A lot of bad things that aren't magical have happened too," Lancelot answers, and he gently toys with Faolan's hair for a moment. "But I understand. It's the same thing I feel sometimes. Like when you showed me that head and I made your office float. Remember that?"

He somehow doubts Faolan would forget a severed head, but some of the contextual things he might -- like Lancelot's alarmed attempts to describe what he was sensing from it.