Galahad remembers when Lancelot and Claudius hated one another -- or, to be precise (and he prefers precision), Claudius hated and feared Lancelot, and Lancelot was rude about his barbs and prodding comments. He remembers the first Wanderers Gather, and the toast to their truce, how uneasy it felt. And now Lancelot has taken part in this project to protect Claudius and make him safe, apparently wholeheartedly. You've both got my unconditional support. And Lancelot's. Having Lancelot's support would have been unthinkable in Camelot; Galahad wasn't afraid of him, but he felt no love from him, or care, or anything besides pain and resentment. As touched as he is on Claudius' behalf, he's also awed on his own.

"Thank you," he says quietly, for the third time, and signs overwhelmed.