He moves to sit in one of the chairs, "In truth? Many of them were joyous with her." Lancelot gives a thoughtful pause. "If she was feeling well, if things were well, then any time one might spend with her was joyous. She was gentle and bright, much of the time. As I think on it now, it seems to me that at least her ladies knew of our love. I know others did, but-- she must have made an effort. We would go out riding, on good days. I had an excuse to be with her and her ladies, as I was the Queen's Champion. Often, on these days, we were eventually left to our own devices somewhere in the wood or the clearing."

A little pause. Then, after a long breath. "Laertes, she was beautiful. I cannot tell you how much. She and Arthur both were like a bolt in me. But even outside of that-- if she was happy, there was no way anyone could look at anything but her. She was so often joyful with me, that I cannot tell you of any particular time. I loved her. I loved making her look that way."