Faolan, still feeling a little ill from the silver, took a moment to breathe deeply and relax. Now that he had a moment out of the action, he recognized that he was still feeling some pain from the wound. It seemed that whatever Lucien had done to him, it only helped to accelerate his natural healing process. What would have been days, possibly weeks of recovery had been sped up to mere hours. He thought at this rate, he may even feel better by the next morning.

The site of the wound was sore, and his head throbbed and muscles ached. He was feeling slightly nauseous, but that would pass. Once he had rested, he thought he may go up to the deck for some fresh air.

It was good news and bad news that he wouldn't be working any more. First, he had been counting on his leftover wages to get him started somewhere in the states. Now that he was without pay, he would have a harder time making his way. He would find a way to, it would just be more difficult than he'd thought initially. Second, they had about a week, hopefully less, left on the journey, and without and outlet for his energy he would start to get cabin fever. He would have to find a way to let off some steam, or it would make the coming change that must more difficult for him.

It was then that his mind drifted to Lucien again, and the healing. Now that he knew for sure that his senses had been right about the boy, he wondered what his influence could possibly be. He had dealt with witches and hags who could do magic to heal and to harm, he had even run across some other fae creatures in his time in Ireland, but never had he witnessed anything quite like what Lucien had done. Faolan's knowledge of otherworldly beings was limited to those native to Ireland, he had never met a French fairy. Perhaps their healing powers were stronger? Faolan doubted this highly. It was more likely that the lad was something he had never encountered before. The only way to know was to ask, but Faolan would not breach his trust in that way. He valued his privacy, and did his best to respect the privacy of others.

He had just started to let his mind calm when Lucien spoke again. [color=a36209]"Hm?"[/color] he grunted, half comprehending what the lad had said. Once realization of the question hit him, his face immediately flushed an this eyes snapped open. He glanced over at Lucien, suddenly very aware of his movements and not trying to draw too much attention, he shook his head and turned away slightly, looking at the wall as he spoke. [color=a36209]"Mm...maybe that's better explained another time. It's an insult, that's all that really matters."[/color] He said, flustered but trying hard to hide it.