[ Video; Both Courts ]

[knightscode]

[ 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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private /text.

[knightscode]

[ ARYA STARK WHY ARE YOU MAKING LETTERS AT HIM

At least they are small words. He is too tired to try to explain so he just slowly. Figures it out.

Then gives the shortest answer possible. ]

Yes.

private / voice

[aliased]

[ RIGHT HE CAN'T READ. WHOOPS. well, she was just making sure so... it's voice time.]

I need a promise from you then.

private / voice

[knightscode]

[ YOU AND YOUR NOBLE PRIVILEGE. HE CAN READ!!! SOME. SLOWLY.

He's relieved not to keep having to though lbr.

The words a promise fill him with an odd sense of dread, though. Can he keep a promise? Lately everything he does feels mired with failure. He sounds tired when he answers. ]

Ask it, then.

private / voice

[aliased]

Fa-- My lord father is gone. [ she takes in a breath. she has to pick her words carefully because she isn't sure what he knows. ] Do you know the lady Alayne?

private / voice

[knightscode]

[ Gone?

Gone could mean so many things. Missing, dead, vanished from this realm.

Lancelot does not push. She came here to ask for something, not for sympathy. ]

I have met Lady Stone, yes.

[ A strange sort of thing to bring up, he thinks. ]

private / voice

[aliased]

[ she is her mother's daughter. sometimes. she can play the game without even realizing it.] She was in his charge. [ soon enough she'll come out as his daughter.] And I need your word that you'll help Jon Snow protect her, if she ever needs it. [ because arya isn't planning on sticking around forever.]

private / voice

[knightscode]

Of course. I swore to help his family, that would extend to anyone in his charge. No harm will come to her if it is within my power to stop it, you have my word.

private / voice

[aliased]

[ she nods before she remembers... voice.] You have my thanks.