Faolan would tuck a leg up under him to get comfortable, but his boots are a mess and while sitting on the edge of Lancelot's bed as he is is one thing, getting actual dirt from the road on it is another matter entirely. So he shifts instead to turn sideways slightly and settle himself better as he is instead. "I knew that you thought we were similar before," Faolan says, quirking his head to the side slightly. "It is good to know that you believe that it is in good ways, however, and not because..." He trails off, shrugging slightly, not knowing quite how to finish the thought. He knows he's not the easiest friend to have, after all.

"She gave what information she could, but I have a feeling there will be more to learn in Treun, in the days to come," Faolan says. "I spoke to Lucrezia while I was there briefly, although it was...difficult to gather information from her." She is much closer to him than any other person he usually would seek to milk information from, at any rate.