"Lancelot." The name rang through her for a moment, a clear bell, a silver calling chime that stirred in her veins, before the sensation was gone again with the next breath out. Lexi laughed, then, baffled and amused, shaking her head. "I'm... You think I'm Lancelot? Like, from the stories? The knight, the guy on a horse who killed dragons and saved damsels and..."
Okay, this was a bit much. Pulling away, Lexi shook her head again, this time shaking away ghosts and cobwebs and the silly idea that she was important. "Lancelot was... Well, I'm not him. I mean, look at me. I'm nothing special. I'm...hell, I'm a baker, Elle. I've never saved a fly, much less people. You're...I think you're confused."