Lucien pulled his arm back after Faolan released him, taking note of the fact that those strange black veins were subsiding. It was a little strange that he could see this take effect so quickly. He didn't think his healing abilities were this potent to get rid of something that had made its way into his system. Perhaps.. he was allergic to silver? It was the only reason he could think of for him to be unable to touch such a small blade, but to think it would cause such a strong weakness in him.. it was a little unsettling, but he didn't ask. To be honest he was incredibly relieved and thankful that Faolan had not asked him how that was possible. He hadn't wanted to be put in a position where he would have to answer him. 

[color=burlywood]"It's quite alright.. I'm just glad you're okay.."[/color] He said before nodded slightly and went over to pick up the small sharp object. The nephilim then went over to the small window in the room and opened it, before tossing the blade out into the ocean water. Walking back to Faolan he briefly glanced over him one more time, making sure he was truly fine, before he glanced toward the door. Anger was not a common emotion for Lucien, but in a moment like this, he felt like he was quite close to it. Those men had taken things too far.

Seeing Faolan like this.. he didn't feel like he should ask the man for help. While he didn't know who it was that had hurt him, he could only guess it might be related to those other men, and Lucien didn't want him to get hurt again. They were even now. Lucien would simply have to deal with this on his own. While the priest's warnings rang in his head, he ignored them. That relic was too important for him to simply allow them to keep it. Worst comes to worst he could just.. fly away, or something. He wasn't sure, he'd worry about it when he got to it. With that in mind, he headed for the door.