The bells on the door tinkled again and Nimue looked back to it, vaguely surprised that so many people were walking in. Maybe she should open early every day. All thoughts of entrepreneurial gain disappeared, though, as soon as she got a good look at the man who had opened the door. The last time she'd seen him had been...well, it wasn't a part of her life that she particularly liked to dwell on.
Without really thinking about it, she found herself on her feet and realized that her body was going to attempt a curtsy. She coughed, instead, and gripped the edge of the counter to steady herself. Even in a shop like this, people didn't wander around curtseying.
She took a breath and tried to compose herself. This was, after all, just Arthur. Just a man who was supposed to be dead. Just her king. She swallowed hard. "H-hello."