[ He lowers his eyes at her rejection, at her irritation. If she does not wish for his thanks he cannot force it, but all the same he will hold her actions in his heart. ]
We do not have to be enemies here, Lady Morgana.
[ Lancelot hesitates, reaches for his discarded clothes with a wince. His arms still hurt to move. ]
action;
We do not have to be enemies here, Lady Morgana.
[ Lancelot hesitates, reaches for his discarded clothes with a wince. His arms still hurt to move. ]