"Long enough. I had no idea songs were being written about the battle already, I admit. I suppose I should be glad they are flattering."

His smile flicks up further, warm and friendly as he gently detaches Bridei and sets him in his lap. Bridei immediately begins crawling again, stills after a moment as Lancelot holds him to his chest.

"May I ask where you heard it?"

So far as he knows Faolan has not had a chance to travel far since the battle, his wounds preventing him doing much at all, which makes Lancelot idly wonder if they're singing such songs around Caer Glaem herself. That would be... a little embarrassing, he thinks... Then again he supposes such things are good for morale.