[His corruptions have already shown themselves; and it's a strange new feeling to have those visuals on him and wonder-- and worry-- what they look like to others.

There are a lot of things Lancelot should probably working to process on his own end after such an intense series of events, however he'd focused what energy he had on making sure he checked up on as many people as he could. What he'd done, how he'd done, what happened to him... those things felt easier pushed aside than thought about too intensely right now.]

I know you would have. There's not a doubt in my mind. [He knew few people who had as much of a fiery, indomitable spirit as she did; even when-- no. Especially when it was in her best interests to look after herself first.]

Shouldn't I be saying the same to you?

[He reaches up and gently pets her head, softly running his hand over her hair. After a short moment, he admits something.]

...I don't know if I really want to sleep right now.