Gwen smiled when Morgana opened the door, feeling the natural need to curtsie hit her. She had tried so hard since both Morgana and Arthur told her there was no need for such formalities but that didn't mean that her whole life's way of acting easily went away. She found herself calling Arthur 'sire' or 'my lord' still. Though only sometimes it was a mistake, earning her an eyeroll and a chuckle. Other times...well, he moaned softly against her ear when he heard it and she couldn't stop herself saying it more often in such situations.
With Morgana, she never really stopped saying things like that. She wasn't sure if she ever really stopped calling her 'my lady.' It was just natural to her after years of serving, despite the friendship they had struck up. Maybe one day she'd be able to say her name to her face rather than her title.
"My Lady. Are you ready to go?" she asked gently, hoping her paleness had disappeared.