lanselos_du_lac

Lancelot moves a little toward her, even as she steps away. "I think, in honesty, he understood me well," thoughtfully. "In terms of what I told him. But-- thou wert on my mind, and I did not mention thee. Only because... well. If he was right, there was no sense in him carrying this back to the queen. It would change nothing, between us, and would only serve to hurt her more."

He gives her a searching look. "I just knew that, given the choice, I am happier here. Hard as that went."