Lucien was startled at the way Faolan had responded to his question. Concern quickly filled his expression, but his train of thought was not clear as he tried to recall today's date. [color=burlywood]"O-October 14th."[/color] He responded, a little unsure at first, but then knew he was correct. He quickly disregarded that though, as his worry for the man was much stronger. 

He had never seen Faolan look this way. It was unnatural. Despite the way the way the Irishman looked to people, and the intimidating aura he gave off, he had never, ever heard the man raise his voice. This was probably as close as he had ever gotten to it, but he found his expression to be a lot more worrying. 

[color=burlywood]"What's wrong, Faolan?"[/color] He asked, clearly unnerved. Now that he thought about it, the moon was clearly shining over them both. Over the past year, he couldn't recall a single full moon Faolan had been around him for. Usually he left for whatever his errand was before that. Had he lost track of time then? Was he late? Even if that was the case, he felt the reaction was too extreme.