That's a lot! It's the same sort of 'a lot' that had her making her final withdrawal from Clarence: a declaration of commitment she's not yet sure she can match.

But she never even came close to feeling about Clarence the way she feels about Lancelot. She mightn't know what it is, precisely - or she mightn't be ready to decide - but she does know one thing: right now, she has no intention to withdraw from Lancelot, in any way. She can't quite bring herself to say, you have me, but she allows herself to think it, and doesn't shy away from the words. She should like to be able to say it. For the time being, she cups a hand over his cheek, stroking softly, and leans up to kiss him, deep and heartfelt and aching with it. By the time she pulls away, she's found some words: a whisper-soft "I'm happy."