Faolan watched Lucien's face as he thought, smiling and nearly forgetting all about his food. He always loved watching him when he was deep in thought, or reading a book. He could be so entranced that the world around him just melted away...Faolan had always admired that ability, to just tune everything out. Sometimes, the two would absently be holding hands, and no matter how far away Lucien's eyes or expression got as he delved further into thinking or reading, his grip on Faolan's hand would never falter. It was always steady and cool and comforting.

He snapped himself out of his reverie when Lucien and the boy settled on a name. He looked between them for a moment, then shrugged, [color=a36209]"That was fast,"[/color] he said, then after a beat repeated after them, [color=a36209]"Aurel..."[/color] he said, trying it out as he looked over at the child. [color=a36209]"Mm..."[/color] he said in approval, and nodding before he filled his mouth with more eggs.