Lucien slept quite well that night, and had woken up around the same time as Father Cyril, out of habit. He left his room, quiet as he took note that Faolan was still sleeping. He headed for the kitchen, figuring he could help out with breakfast. The priest still appeared a little pensive, but he spoke up once Lucien had entered the room.

[b]"I must admit... I didn't expect him to return.. but I will keep my word, and have a conversation with him."[/b] The priest told him. Lucien wasn't really offended to hear this, after all he didn't really get a chance to get to know the Irishman while he was here. He was happy he had been proven right. 

[color=burlywood]"Thank you, Father Cyril."[/color] He told him, before he began to make beignets. It seemed that Faolan liked them, so he figured he'd make them one last time before they went on their journey, considering he wasn't sure how often he'd be able to do so. When they were just about finished making breakfast, Faolan entered the room. 

[color=burlywood]"Good morning."[/color] He greeted the man as he helped the priest set the table and place the food down before they took their seats. Faolan was looking a little better, but he still looked a little weary. He decided not to comment on it however. It was halfway through their breakfast that Father Cyril had finally decided to speak. 

[b]"So.. Lucien tells me you are aware of his ability to heal, and yet you didn't question it, or tell anyone. Why was that?"[/b] He asked, causing Lucien to almost choke on his food. He was quick to recover though, eyes darting from the priest, to Faolan. The question caught him off guard completely, as he didn't really think the priest would start with that. Despite the bluntness of the question, Father Cyril knew what he was doing. He was going to judge this man for himself, and that included his reaction to such a sudden question, to not give him time to come up with any sort of excuse. He needed to see if he could truly trust him with Lucien.