Faolan listened to the entirety of the argument between Lucien and Father Cyril. Try though he might, he could not block their voices out. Though Lucien had commented on his sense of smell, which was indeed his best sense, he had never noticed how good Faolan's hearing was as well. Though, Faolan wasn't sure if he wanted to stop listening for himself or for Lucien. The lad may be embarrassed if he knew Faolan could hear him, but the Irishman felt a surge of pride as Lucien stood up for himself. Though his plea had been rejected by the Priest, he had at least tried. This could undoubtedly go either way. Though, Father Cyril had been right...in the real world, outside these walls, there would no on to look out for Lucien. He would be entirely alone. Although he was smart, especially for someone who had been imprisoned his whole life, he was naive, and didn't know how to defend himself. Faolan could see only two options: the Frenchman stays here with the Priest, or the Irishman takes him along when he leaves. 

Made restless by these thoughts, he rolled over as the Priest walked out of the house, facing the back of the couch. It was going to be a long night.

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The next two days passed relatively the same as they had since the pair had arrived. It had now been a week, and between the two jobs Faolan was working, he had managed to save enough to move along. Lucien had been quiet, kept to himself for the last few days. All three of them knew why, but the issue was not brought up or spoken of. Faolan thought it best to stay out of other people's business, but he was worried that Lucien's conversation with the priest had completely crushed his spirit. The Irishman could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice even though he spoke little.

During supper, Faolan watched Lucien push his food around on his plate. His eyes distant, and sad. Father Cyril was eating, quite vigorously, but would not look at his charge, and the two had not exchanged more than two or three words in Faolan's presence. Something had to be done, this was beginning to get uncomfortable, and Faolan wasn't leaving for another two days. So, he decided to speak up.

[color=a36209]"I'm ehm,"[/color] he cleared his throat as he continued to eat, [color=a36209]"Leavin'."[/color] He finished, glancing up at Father Cyril. [color=a36209]"Day after tomorrow."[/color] He turned his eyes to Lucien, but only briefly. [color=a36209]"Thought I'd say somethin', in case you had more work that needs doing 'round here before I move along."[/color]