[ It's understandable that she's frightened initially - all too fresh in her mind is the memory of him turning the druid boy over to Uther. But when he kneels, she remembers his help, later. How he risked everything for what was right. Because she asked him to.
Perhaps he is the man she hoped he would become. ]
Is it?
[ She hasn't relaxed yet, not fully; hands open in her lap as if waiting to be clapped in irons. ]