Susan is feeling more like herself, now. Oh, she's still reeling on several different levels, but she's got a grip on that tangle at her core, and she feels she shan't let it grow out of hand. She's comforted by Lancelot, fortified by his presence, and at the center of that reassurance is that same hunger that underscores all her interactions with him. "Take me to bed?" she asks, kissing him again before he even has a chance to answer.