A tiny spire on the shard of fear lancing through her melts away and she nods, gratefully. And since Lancelot is here - since he has her, since she's safe with him and can lean on him both figuratively and literally - she clutches at him and tries to sort through at least one of the things weighing on her. She lands on, "Sagramore and Grantaire seem to think this shall last for some time," and then she straightens up sharply as another jolt of concern lashes through her. "I nearly forgot. I've got to make an accounting of the stores."