[ Lancelot shrugs, a little shy suddenly. It feels strange, to walk so close at hand with her. To speak so easily with her, when in his heart he knows he cannot be with her as he wishes. She has devoted herself to Arthur. Lancelot can only respect that, even if he is not here. ]

Busy.

[ He links his hands together, twists them absently as he tries to think of something to say that isn't please do not get hurt please don't leave me please be safe. ]

Caer Glaem is a beautiful city, but it has much that needs doing. I am nowhere near as experienced as many others would be, but it has fallen to me, so I do my best. Try to keep as many safe as I can.