Arthur's faint frown did not lift, even if she sounded quite sure about what she believed, Arthur would not be so soon to think that way. It wasn't his Kingdom to lead, but he could advise her all the same. “Magic can be most deceptive and seem right, or just, especially when we are desperate. But, I would be very cautious all the same, my lady.” He advised, almost sagely now – but not to be condescending, there was a certain brightness about this woman, he found himself growing rather more glad he'd met her.
Indeed, it was somewhat a disheartening thing to hear, a dreaded coldness pooled in his stomach at the though a solution not might come as quickly as he'd hoped, and that attempts had failed. Still, it had never been his attempts, had they? Though Arthur didn't expect the touch, he did eventually pat the small hand on his arm, what he thought a reassuring gesture in return. “You've given me no reason to lose hope. I've been held captive before- and Camelot has come under siege more than once at the hands of magical beings. Sometimes it is not until things seem at their darkest, does the answer come.” He assured her, without a hint of jest. Yes, he could be quite self assured sometimes, now that he was on their side, the prospects were better. Arthur simply chose not to focus on the time travel, and the locations he'd never heard of. “There is a way to return home.” He affirmed, and still doubted weeks, even if she'd said so.
“I cannot say I've ever eaten ...-waffles.” He navigated the new word quite awkwardly indeed, half attempting to mimic the accent it was spoken in, assuming it was simply how the thing was pronounced.