Shaking her head violently before Clara had even finished the words, Lexi pressed her lips to Clara's knuckles, supplicating, tears wet and hot down her cheeks. "I didn't see it was you," she said, voice hoarse, sandpaper scratched thin. It wasn't an excuse, wasn't even a good explanation, but it was all she had. "Didn't realize you were unarmed. All I saw were swords and shouts. I was trying to save her, to save Arthur, but everything rushed at me and then there was you and Gaheris and..." She trailed of in a sob. "Sweet Gareth, my Gareth, how I wronged you."