[ Much better. When her hands tighten to his he squeezes them back in turn, allowing himself the tiniest of smiles. A glimmer of hope despite everything. ]

I have missed you, Guinevere. I know it is -- it is far from ideal, to be here. It is dangerous. Confusing. I would not wish it upon you, if I had the choice to return you I would. Yet I am glad of your company all the same, selfish as it is.