[He stays there alone on the floor, uncertain of what to do now. A part of him wants to follow her, but another knows he shouldn't. This isn't Merlin, they aren't friends. She is the lady of Camelot, and he is a future knight, to follow her would hurt her pride.
So he gets up and sits back down in his chair. He looks at his coffee before pushing it away, burying his head in his hands.
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So he gets up and sits back down in his chair. He looks at his coffee before pushing it away, burying his head in his hands.
She gave him much to think about.]