Faolan should have expected this, but the knowledge that the child didn't even have a proper name was quite upsetting to him. He could feel his teeth grinding together as he jaw muscles worked and anger welled up in his chest. What other horrors had this child seen...and at such a young age. Faolan himself had been through a lot, seen a lot of heartache and caused most of it, but he had at least been a man when it had happened. He couldn't imagine how he would have turned out if he had been that boy's age when...

Lucien's question snapped him out of his thoughts. He relaxed his hands and jaw a little, knowing that Lucien would be able to read these signs like a book with large print. Part of him was thankful for that, their closeness, it saved him from having to voice his every grievance and concern. But part of him wished that he could be alone with his thoughts as well. Even he knew that his issues were not always...productive.

[color=a36209]"Mmm..."[/color] he grunted quietly, then glanced over his shoulder again to see that the boy had wrapped himself in the blanket like a cocoon. He could tell from the pace of his breathing that he was asleep, or nearly. [color=a36209]"He speak English?"[/color] he asked, though he could anticipate the answer based on Lucien's continued use of German.