Lucien forced himself to walk on his leg as they traversed through the trees. It was fully healed, so there was no need for him to lay off it. It was only the pain and discomfort that made it irritating to deal with. Still, it was something he wanted to get used to. He realized now that in not having felt any extraneous pain for well.. the majority of his life, he had become spoiled. He didn't want this to become a weakness later. Honestly.. he was still surprised it had even happened. Faolan being the.. 'thing that could get him' made no sense. There had to be more to it than that, something he wasn't considering, but he felt it was too soon for him to speak to Faolan about it, considering he was sure that he probably still felt guilty about it. 

When they arrived at the lake, Lucien gave Faolan his space heading further off to the side, placing his bag at the edge, before he too began to remove his clothing. Trying to keep up with Faolan all night had been incredibly taxing, and he felt like he could use some cleaning up himself. He turned away from the man to give him his... privacy. He shuddered as he stepped into cold water, but he couldn't deny it felt good on his leg. It helped ease some of the soreness in his muscles. Once he was finished washing himself of all the dirt and blood, he left the water, dried himself off, and quickly dressed before taking a seat on the ground while he waited for Faolan to finish. In the meantime he allowed his mind to wander again, his expression becoming pensive as he thought back to how he had received his injury. Almost absentmindedly, he took out his small calendar from his bag, and marked the full moon for last night's date. He was planning to begin keeping track of the full moon dates to help Faolan keep track.