Her instinct wanted to reach out and place a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm his reaction. She watched as his hand fell to his side again, making that instinct hide. What was she thinking, trying to do something like that?
"I don't know. Arthur found us, hit him with the hilt of his sword. I've just stayed away from that part of town."
Mentioning that night and Arthur turning up instantly made her feel embarrassed. They had shared a light kiss that night, by accident of course. Her going to kiss his cheek and him turning to talk to her. Slowly, she pushed the thought from her mind as she looked up at Lancelot.
"I'm fine, Lancelot." She knew she wasn't, she still wasn't sleeping, but that didn't matter.