Faolan took his seat at the table, grunting his hello to both Lucien and the priest. He was still half awake, but the smell of the food was bringing him to full consciousness. [color=a36209]"Thanks."[/color] he said as Lucien set a plate before him, and didn't even wait for anything to cool before he began eating. He was hungrier than he anticipated.

He had just taken a bite of beignet when Father Cyril began to speak. Although he was surprised by the priest's tactic of bombarding him with this question, especially given how early it was and how tired Faolan had been, he did not show it in his expression or posture. He simply chewed, swallowed, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before replying.

[color=a36209]"Aye, the lad acted quick under quite dire circumstances. Saved me life."[/color] He looked at Lucien as he spoke, and then made direct eye contact with the Priest once more. [color=a36209]"Everyone is entitled to their privacy. What matters to me is that he stepped up, helped me in spite of his secret. The least I can do is keep me mouth shut."[/color]

He took a bite of bacon as he finished, scarfing it down quicker than a blink. His plate was nearly half-clean already. He would never say it out-loud, but he'd missed Lucien's beignets.