Her eyes widen.

"I see."

She can feel all the griefs settling on her again at this -- to have found him, and to have to say goodbye again so soon . . .

Reaching out, she takes his hand.

"Arthur --

(I had not thought to ever see you off from the castle gates again)

you must come back to me. What I told you before is true: there is no Lancelot here."

She brushes a kiss against his palm, then presses his hand against her cheek.

"It has changed."