It really was comforting to know they would all be so close by. Not even only because of Guinevere though... she was a large part of it. But Merlin and Arthur too, and even Lady Morgana, though he had not gotten to know her as well as he had the others. Lancelot had spent most of his life travelling, and despite being there such a short time, Camelot had been the closest to a real home Lancelot had felt since childhood. It would be nice, to be surrounded by these people again. Even in such strange circumstances.
"Well then..." Lancelot's eyes flickered from his door, to the floor, to Guinevere. "I er... suppose I should bid you farewell, for now. I-- it was very kind of you to escort me, Guinevere." He picked up her hand and kissed it swiftly, just as embarrassed as he had been the first time he'd completed the gesture. "Thank you."