It takes him a little while -- he reads well, but not very quickly, and he is paying very careful attention. His expression, readable as ever, shifts almost immediately. Susan's pain, and longing, the love she has for her siblings, her sharp honesty, are all apparent. It is moving enough on its own, but in combination with his feelings for her... well. It is a little overwhelming; what floods over him is not sorrow, but a tide of love that's almost painful in its intensity.

Lancelot does not look up until he has finished reading all three letters. When he does, at last, look for her his expression is very soft, full of that same love. "Oh, my heart, come here."