Faolan watched the boy as Lucien spoke with him in German, gauging his expressions. There was no doubt in his mind now about why the child was ailing. Lucien's words only confirmed this for him, once and for all. His fists and jaw clenched in anger as he heard the report, and although he tried his best to stay calm, the anger was clear on his face. 

At Lucien's question, Faolan nodded. [color=a36209]"This is quite severe."[/color] Of course, he had seen worse, but for a child to have to experience something so intense at this age. [color=a36209]"Let's see how it goes,"[/color] his voice was tight as he stood to walk away, afraid that his mood may scare the boy, [color=a36209]"We'll see if its necessary tomorrow."[/color] Although Lucien's ability was akin to a miracle, even the Nephilim wasn't sure of the extent of his abilities. Neither of them knew whether one application of his healing would cure the boy completely or if it would need multiple days of treatment. Only time would tell.