[color=a36209]"Hm."[/color] He grunted and nodded again before moving back to the rock and taking a seat once more. He supposed his earlier guess about Lucien's ability to heal was right. The priests clearly had good intentions, but their execution of Lucien's guardianship was done...poorly. Still, he could not fault them too much, they had raised the boy, hadn't they? At least they had kept him safe, if the alternative was a life of servitude to the military, imprisonment was preferable, at least in Faolan's eyes.

[color=a36209]"Well, they were right to send you away if that's the case. The military would use you 'til you were bone dry, if they could."[/color] Faolan had no doubt of this. He had seen his fair share of battling between the Irish and the English over their occupation. He had even taken part in some small scale battles. He had no doubt that if they knew of supernatural beings like himself and Lucien, they would do whatever they could to get the most out of them. [color=a36209]"I might've been dead,"[/color] he added, [color=a36209]"If it weren't for that healing of yours."[/color]

He couldn't help but chuckle at Lucien's next statement, [color=a36209]"You're not wrong. And, I'll do you one better, you don't even have to ask for permission."[/color] He was unsure where all of this playful banter was coming from, but there was no need to hold back. Too much effort, anyway.