Lancelot notices this and says, "I tell thee this not to speak of myself, but to-- I think this may be a reason for thy reaction. Perhaps thou'rt feeling all things at once, and moreso now that thou hast found evidence that this place is harder than we knew."

He draws her in, kisses her temple, her cheek. "I love thee," softly, "I have thee. Thou'rt safe, with me."