Lancelot smiles at her, though it has a slightly sad cast to it. He brushes back her hair and lets himself feel a swell of gratitude that she understands him in this.

"For now, I think I am at peace with it," he answers, honestly. "But-- I think of how I might have done things differently. I might have married and had children of my own, that I could raise. I might have asked the King for a manor. After I came to court, and stayed, I set nearly everything else aside for love of the Queen, and I did not understand how I might hurt all of us by doing so."