lanselos_du_lac

Camelot doesn't deserve you, Susan thinks, sudden and sharp, but she doesn't say the words, just steps forward, drawing their arms back until he's holding her, at which point she disentangles her hands from his and latches her arms around his torso. "I am glad you are here," low and fierce, and pauses for a moment. "I know a little of what it's like, to have people build up an expectation for how you are and what you can manage, and I say to Hell with it. I am glad people here are different with you."