Faolan merely grunted at Lucien's indication but did not look up or interact further. He simply sat resting his forehead against the heel of his palm, and let the silence hang over the two of them for a solid ten minutes while he regained his strength. These moments did him good, as he felt the head and muscle aches subsiding and the rock in his stomach growing more and more bearable with each passing second. He had never had a companion nearby for this process...it was strange, but also a quiet rage bubbled inside of him. He didn't know what to say to Lucien for a long time, as thoughts swirled about his head, memories from the night before. It was all a maze of interconnected images that flashed behind his eyelids with no sequence. It was a collage, not a timeline, and it was hard to decipher.

After a while, when he was feeling more or less himself, he let some words escape him but did not look up. [color=a36209]"What are you doing here?"[/color] It was all he could manage at the moment, the only thing he could say that would not come out as a roar.