Gwen was busy pushing her curls away from her face when he heard her name. Turning, she smiled at Arthur, noting that he didn't exactly seem happy with this prospect. She didn't think he would be, but he didn't have to come. She had others offer, and she would have been fine herself. But of course, she was secretly grateful it was him.
"Arthur," she said with a slight dip, managing to stop the automatic greeting of 'my Lord' but not the respectful curtsy.