Sagramore nods, watching him; his expression is gentle. He's well aware that if Laertes had gone, if Reynaldo had taken him, he'd be a ruin of a man right now, and Lancelot clearly loves Arthur with the same kind of life-altering fervor. There's nothing he can do to make it better -- nothing he can do for Tress either, or Qi Yan -- but he can be present and bear witness to the greatness of the loss.