Lance endures the diatribe in silent stillness, his eyes at one point seeming to go past the soldier as he listens, his jaw clenched firmly. He only really comes out of it when Fíadh moves, and he turns quickly and holds out his hand to still her; don't think he doesn't know about who else has been fighting the soldiers, and he won't have this escalating.

Then, he turns back to Brickenden.
"I will see to the discipline of my own men," he says in a low, careful voice, his eyes burning. Were he a mouthier sort, he'd ask what the soldier had been doing to deserve getting his jaw broken, but Lance is a man who knows a lost cause when he sees one.