Faolan listens quietly to the other man as he explains his thoughts. As he tells him that the only way to get over the connotations he has associated with playing the harp are to make new memories and associations and, well. To play. To play here, for Lady and Bridei. And for him. Faolan flicks his eyes down to the instrument, unable to look at Lancelot as he speaks up in response.

"You will not begrudge it. But would you welcome such a thing?" he asks, quietly. "They are two very different ideas, after all. A bard and a bodyguard are two very different people to keep around. The harp is..." He takes in a breath, letting it out. "Well. I do not want to be a nuisance. You have already done so much for me as it is."