And that was Lexi's nightmare, was the thing she saw over and over in her dreams. But she set her jaw, looking off into the distance so she wouldn't have to see the hatred in Adia's eyes, the disgust once she realized exactly what Lexi had done. "The knights...they were guarding you," she began lowly, voice thick with guilt and grief and bile at the memory. "I fought through them to reach you. Cut you free, took you onto my horse." The blood had spattered the sides of his steed, the tip of his sword had been jewel red in the light of the fire, but Lexi didn't mention that. Didn't see a need to. "We rode away. You weren't burned, Guenever. I promise you that."
Lancelot had lost his soul that night, but Guenever had not burned.