The moment Lancelot opened the door her voice seemed to have stopped working. She smiled simply, feeling like such a fool. The last they had met it hadn't been the most pleasant of meetings. There were things she had said that she regretted, even if they were how she felt. She had felt betrayed that Lancelot would make friends so easily with Arthur, but only the week before she had met up with her old husband to talk. Nothing more than that, but it still felt a betrayal on her part. Even with everything she had said she couldn't stand being apart from Lancelot any longer. She had made her peace with Arthur and whatever happened now was up to fate.
She stepped inside without a word, still finding that it was terribly difficult to speak. Without asking, she stepped into the kitchen and after finding a glass took a drink of water. Maybe it was a little rude, but her throat was incredibly dry. Oh the awkward.
She set the glass down and turned to look at him. "I know I told you I thought it would not be in mine or Arthur's best interests to meet. I fully believed that because I had no idea what would happen if I ever saw him again. You have the right to know that I did decide to see him. Only to talk and hear him out. I felt I owed him that in the very least." It was better to get it out in the open now rather than pussyfoot around.