He glanced down at the amulet and then back to her. Making a decision, and hoping to hell he wouldn't regret it, he took the amulet and placed it around his neck. If she was telling the truth...was there even the slightest chance they could attempt to go back to the way things had been before her betrayal? Part of him hoped it so, but he felt that might never be possible.
"Where is Lancelot?" he asked, looking at her curiously. He felt exposed out here and just wanted to get somewhere less public. He rested his hands on his belt and looked at her, arching a brow to indicate she should lead the way.