[ seeing him she can only think of the lake, of the coin she threw into it and the man who emerged. he had been a near blank slate, uncertain of who she was or where he had been but placing himself at her command. it had pleased her as much as it saddened her. but there is more life in him now, cautious of her as he should be.
lancelot has always been noble but he has never been a fool, he knows of the things she has done, the look on his face tells her that much.
( part of her wished that she had been fooled, that he was dead as he should have been. but he isn't, he is alive and somewhere it has seeded a foolish hope in her. )
she keeps atop her horse, head held high as if she was regarding nothing more than a speck of dirt. it would not foolish of her if she revealed her intentions or what flit about her mind, she rather have his caution than his pity. ]
action;
lancelot has always been noble but he has never been a fool, he knows of the things she has done, the look on his face tells her that much.
( part of her wished that she had been fooled, that he was dead as he should have been. but he isn't, he is alive and somewhere it has seeded a foolish hope in her. )
she keeps atop her horse, head held high as if she was regarding nothing more than a speck of dirt. it would not foolish of her if she revealed her intentions or what flit about her mind, she rather have his caution than his pity. ]
You look more poorly than I thought.