Faolan tries to keep his breathing steady as the other man's hand settles on his back, as Lancelot steps close to him and begins to guide them along. Contain yourself, he tries to urge himself, although with this whole harp business, with the music continuing to pulse within him, it's difficult. Still, he goes willingly, and if he leans into Lancelot's touch a little more than he might have done otherwise, he can blame that on the stiffness in his knee, he hopes.

Pick up something on the way back for Bridei and Lady, Lancelot suggests, perhaps something for themselves, and Faolan cannot help but tilt his head sideways to glance at the other man. "Perhaps we do," he counters, wondering what exactly Lancelot has in mind.