Lucien was about to explain what happened, but it was cut short as he took note of his friend's state. He followed his gaze to the wound that Faolan had then revealed. He paled and quickly rushed to him, his expression stricken with worry. He completely ignored his question, this being much more important than that. Taking a closer look at the injury, he could see something shiny sticking out of it. Who had done this to him? At this time Faolan shouldn't even have been in their room, but working. Had the same men gotten to him too? He shook his head, shifting his focus. At this point trying to conceal himself was the last thing on his mind. Faolan was hurt, and he could see these strange, dark veins spreading up the side of his neck. Had the blade been poisoned? The wound didn't seem that large, but it was clearly heavily affecting him. He wasn't sure how his healing ability worked with something like this, but he had to try. 

[color=burlywood]"Try not to move."[/color] He told him as went down on his knees, getting a better look at the bloody wound. The other half of the object was clearly still embedded inside of him. He didn't want to dig it out. If.. he focused his healing on the inside first, perhaps the force of it would shove the small knife out. He ignored Faolan's protests, his expression becoming much more focused as he placed his hand over the wound. He could tell the larger man had been incredibly weakened, considering at his normal strength he would have easily been able to push him away. 

Lucien focused on Faolan's injury, his hand beginning to radiate a small amount of light that seemed to emanate warmth. He could feel the shift of the skin and the blade within it as it slowly began to heal. He had been correct in his assumption. He grimaced slightly, knowing this was probably incredibly painful, but there weren't any other options. Pulling the small blade out might only increase the bleeding. The process felt like it was taking longer than he would have liked, but this was also the worst injury he had ever had to heal. Eventually, what he had thought to be the end of the knife clattered to the ground, but Lucien didn't pay it much attention, immediately rising to his feet once more and looking his friend over with worry for any other sign of injury. 

[color=burlywood]"A-Are you alright? Did they hurt you anywhere else? Was that poisoned?"[/color] His questions came out much faster and rushed than normal as he tried to get a better look at the darkened veins in his neck.