Lancelot stayed still, this reunion of theirs was something to be admired, but not one he was going to get in the way of. He felt a little out of place for the first time in a few weeks. He'd made friends, but now they had they had their own lives. He would hold on to the memory that at least he had that time away in the far off cottage that gave him a piece of himself again.
He clasped his hands behind his back and stood like the strong stone statue he could be. A knight.