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[Anyone who knows Lancelot will likely as not be immediately surprise that he is sending any kind of message that is written. It is hardly one of his strengths. Still, the message is short, and this way devoid of emotion. Which is best, considering the topic. ]

For those who knew him Faolan is no longer with us.

He sacrificed himself for the sake of a friend.

So far as I understand he will be returned, in some days, by the power of the courts.

He will need space and kindness.

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You could not have known.

[ she says it as she tends to the burn, keeping the touch gentle as to not hurt him any more than she has to. ]

You would never hurt anyone, it is not your fault. I am sure you have done all that you could to protect as many people as possible.

But I fear all I do is not enough. People are hurt regardless.

[ Lancelot shakes his head, eyes skipping away at her words. ]

I was there, Guinevere. I cannot shirk the fault of leading a person into danger. I can only hope he can forgive me for it.

You cannot always save everyone.

[ none of them can, no matter how much they want to. gwen thinks of her father for a moment, of the grief that she will always carry with her before she finishes tying the bandage. ]

But everyone who knows you - they know you will always try. It is all we can do for those we care about.

I am not a leader, Guinevere. I was never meant to be. I sought to be a knight, to serve in Camelot, protect its people. Not... not this.

[ He takes an unsteady breath, lifts his arm a little and frowns at the bandage. ]

Gwenllian believed I might be the right person for this role, yet I fear she is wrong.

You care.

[ she says it as she rises to her feet to sit by him. ]

You are true and brave and you care for every person here, be it commoner or nobility. Of course she had chosen the right person. I would never choose anyone else were I in her place.

[ He wants to argue with that, wants to say there are plenty of others Gwenllian could have chosen -- that Guinevere perhaps has not met them, but they exist, they are good people.

Yet he has not the strength for it. He flicks his eyes sideways to her, shifts enough to let their arms touch. He wants to take her hand, but he isn't certain if he should. ]

If caring were enough war would be a much easier thing.

Caring is all that we can do aside of fighting.

[ and perhaps it is not even her place to say. she's but a maidservant girl who knows cleaning and scrubbing, what does she know of war or battles or the way of the world? but gwen is certain of it, so certain that it is she who places her hand over him. ]

It is only kindness that would make us the victors.

[ That makes him smile a little, and Lancelot turns his hand over -- lets their fingers lace together and squeezes gently. ]

You give wise counsel. I am lucky to have you here with me, even if it is... perhaps not you would wish for.

Perhaps we were all meant to help in this world. I - did not know what I could at all. I have told Queen Solaris, there is so little I may offer her as service. But if I could help those I care about,

[ she smiles and it's mostly simple and warm ]

well, perhaps I can do something after all.

You do more than you realise.

[ He lifts her hand carefully, presses a gentle kiss to the back of it. ]

Know that whatever you ask, Guinevere, I shall endeavour to do my best to do for you.

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