Lancelot listens intently, thoughtfully, holding her gaze, his expression soft. But at the last, his smile lights again -- like he's been given a gift he didn't expect.

His arm tightens around her waist; his fingers trace along her jaw. He says, "That's well, then. And we can speak of the rest soon enough." Then he pulls her in for another kiss, sweet and suffused with gratitude, joy.