[Gives him a slightly pained look at that last part and looks away. You always were noble and kind and pretty great (understatement) - and yet all he can feel is that raw anger and betrayal. Even if you don't know about it yet... you still...] [And it hurts to know it and it hurts to speak with him and it hurts to know that this is who both the people he loves prefer. And he doesn't know how to act around you, basically, sorry Lancelot.]
[Nods stiffly, and would make mention of Merlin understanding the magic better, but -- it isn't his place to speak of it. It should be Merlin who tells him. Honey, you have no idea. So he just leaves it at that.]
[...] [.................]
... And you? How do you feel? [N- not sure if walking through the veil would have hurt him or left him confused, like before. He was asleep when he passed through, so he doesn't know the details of it, obviously.]