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[ This video feed is focused mostly on a Lancelot's dog, so all that is really seen of him is his hands holding her still. She's terribly curious about it, but he's restraining her from licking it or chewing it.

His voice is distinctly tired, and anyone who is paying attention will notice that you can just about see a line of red, raw skin on his wrists -- leather guards covering how heavy the damage might be. ]

Is anyone good with names? I'm afraid my friend here has gone too long without one. She's brave, curious but cautious, much cleverer than I am...

[ She's also turning to nudge his hands. He lifts one gently and pets at her ears. She squirms a little, shakes her head -- then makes a quiet, high-pitched sound and...

... hiccups a tiny fireball. The dog's ears flatten back, perhaps unhappy or apologetic (maybe embarrassed, it wasn't very elegant) but Lancelot just huffs amusement and strokes her again. ]

Forgive me, I almost forgot, it seems these -- [ He reaches out of the frame and his hand comes back holding a small, blue feather. ] -- have some kind of magic in them. It appears it does not discriminate in who it grants it to.

[ Which means he now has a small, magically inclined dog. ]

Thank you for your time.

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I have not forgotten.

[ He lifts his eyes back to hers, carefully takes his gambeson and holds it a moment. He knows shrugging it on will hurt too, so he's... putting that off... ]

Neither have you forgotten that I fought at Arthur's side. Here, there is no Camelot to be fought for. The courts make us take sides we do not choose. Here, the battles of our home are out of reach. I do not wish to fight for the sake of fighting. If anything, I wish only to better understand what came between you and Arthur.

He abandoned me. [ if he wishes to know so badly she shall tell him, she has nothing else left to lose. ] He took everything I loved and left me alone in the dark, he left me to be consumed by fear─ the fear that one day Uther would have discovered what I truly was and kill me. Arthur chased after Gwen and forgot about me. [ it is easier to blame arthur for her hurts, easier than to admit that she was at fault also. that she pulled away from arthur, from everyone, because she was so scared. ]

I was chained up in a pit for two whole years, [ as to prove her point she exposes her wrists, heavily scared the red flesh still fading. ] and did he ever come to save his own flesh and blood from the hands of cruel brutes? No, he left me to suffer at those hands.

[ Lancelot blinks in surprise at the sight of her scars -- they match his own, he recognises what will have caused them right away. His hands lift a little, but float under her own. Unwilling to touch without permission. ]

Who did this to you?

[ She may not wish to speak of it, that he understands, but this -- this is truly terrible. If she has been kept as long as she says, in such a way? Then her anger is sure to have only grown over that time. To have twisted deeper. ]

[ instinctively her hands flinch away from his, she cannot help it, the damage she suffered in those two years runs deep. ]

What does it matter?

[ no, she does not wish to speak of it, thoughts alone fills her mouth with the taste of ash and sets her fingers to tremble. if she thinks on it too much her mind will go back there, to the darkness and the irons biting into her wrists and aithusa's pained cries her the pit cripples her bones. ]

[ He checks himself and lowers his hands right away, inclines his head apologetically. ]

Perhaps here, it does not. It is only that I cannot think a person who would do such a thing is worth the air they breathe. They should not be live for having hurt you so, and I only hope they have paid for it.

[ the threat of his touch gone she pulls her hands to her chest, hastily covering the scars with her sleeves. she clings to her anger like a drowning man clings to a log at sea, but her grip starts slipping as he speaks. ]

He will not live much longer. [ she mutters, breaking eye contact. ]

I wish you luck making sure it is so.

[ He lifts his eyes hesitantly, holding his clothing awkwardly against his chest for a moment before finally admitting he's going to have to do something about his state of undress. ]

Forgive me, I should not trespass upon your time and kindness too long.

[ Lancelot starts to awkwardly try and shrug on his gambeson. It is, of course, difficult to achieve without straightening your arms too much so his movements are punctuated by flinches of pain. Reynard kept him with his wrists bound together and clipped under his chin, his muscles are still recovering from the prolonged tension. ]

[ for a moment she sits in silence as he tries to redress before she inhales sharply, exhaustion begins to seep into her limbs, though not at the scale she assumes he feels. ]

There is a servant outside my door, I had a room readied for you it is close. Inside there are fresh bandages and the salve I mentioned. Rest here for the evening at least you can leave tomorrow, no one will stop you.

[ He struggles into his gambeson, allowing himself only silent winces and then stopping to catch his breath once his arms are in it -- swallowing back the pain and opting to leave it unfastened. It doesn't feel worth it. He gathers up his hauberk awkwardly and glances down to Lady, catches her eyes and tilts his head to encourage her to follow. She jumps up and shakes herself awake, pads to his feet. ]

Thank you again. I hope you find some peace here.

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