"It's the basement of a den of hunters," Faolan says, reiterating everything Lancelot had just considered himself. "Not to mention everything hanging around the artifacts held there themselves. It's... A bit much to handle. Especially this morning, when I wasn't certain what it was I was experiencing in the first place."

He settles further against the other man's side, leaning into the hand in his hair as he contemplates Lancelot's words. A cleansing... He's heard of such a thing himself as well, but. "Do you think it would work?" he asks, turning his head to glance up at the other man in turn. "I can't be so overwhelmed by my own basement I never set foot down there again. Not unless I hire someone to fetch records for me or something."