[ for a moment, she seems close to tears again. She cannot be of Camelot, not after what she had done. She rises, attempting a smile; it comes off empty. ]

You can protect Arthur.

[ I could not. I had failed him. ]

And that would be enough. Thank you, Lancelot. I shall not forget the kindness you have shown me.

[ with that, she all but flees. She doesn't want to burden him with her tears. ]