Faolan paused before turning away as he felt the child's hand on the hem of his shirt. Slowly, he turned and looked down at him once more. As the full gravity of the words struck him, the Irishman felt as though his heart were being squeezed. This child was incredible...so selfless and kind. Though he was suffering, he was reaching out to make sure that Faolan was not angry. Though he could barely speak the man's native tongue, though he was so small in comparison, so weak...he wanted to hold him up.

Through the weight of the moment, Faolan forced himself to smile down at the kid and nod gently. [color=a36209]"Glad to hear it...that ability of Lucien's, it's really something isn't it?"[/color] He glanced to the Frenchman then, his anger full retreated and replaced with calm as they smiled at each other. He didn't know anyone else could have this effect on him...but even after all these years, someone could ease the storm inside of his chest.

He returned to his seat once the moment passed, stirred the eggs and rolled the sausage over. He glanced over at the child who was holding the warm bread close to his chest. He chuckled quietly and shook his head, [color=a36209]"Make sure you fill up this morning, lad. You need energy for swimming later."[/color]