[ Because the Arthur she knows and loves cares deeply for his family, his knights, and protecting his realm. And after everything that has happened to her, why not try and act on his behalf and look after his own? ]
I do wish that of you... truth be told, it would put me at ease and I want to know you, Gawain, too. We can be friends, too, not just for my benefit.
[ It's a real, genuine smile on her face, Gwenhwyfar still looking relieved and almost on the verge of shedding a tear. Gawain doesn't need to hear the dreadful details of King Melwas, stories of a mystical cauldron that could bring the dead back to life, and Culwch's bizarre curse.
And blissfully unaware of Gawain's innermost thoughts. ]
I'm grateful to have you here, Gawain. I am a woman of humble means, despite where I come from but... Should you need anything, I am here, too.
[To see her overcome, it's almost too much on it's own and naturally Gawain can't help but let whatever misgivings he has melt away. He's always been weak to women, particularly those who are vulnerable.]
I would not think to trouble you so much as that and there is no need to be humble with me. As strange as it is, we should be friends first I think. That is how that do it in this age. Equals.
[Besides, she's not Gunivere and even if she was, she's so young. Why not start off on a different foot?]
[ As Gwenhwyfar feels jubilation rise with relief, that finally, someone other than Lancelot in her travels had ties to Arthur. The fear and anger Gwenhwyfar kept buried finally manifested.
In the worst possible way for her; how many times she's been told not to cry. Brushing big, soppy tears aside, Gwenhwyfar nodded. ]
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[It is probably best for them to remain somewhat familiar, especially since technically they are not.
But after a moment, he grips her hands in his, still unsure. But then again, this woman is her own person, isn't she? That much is obvious.]
I do not think I need so much looking after at my age, but we can both promise to look out for one another, if that is what you wish?
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[ Because the Arthur she knows and loves cares deeply for his family, his knights, and protecting his realm. And after everything that has happened to her, why not try and act on his behalf and look after his own? ]
I do wish that of you... truth be told, it would put me at ease and I want to know you, Gawain, too. We can be friends, too, not just for my benefit.
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Is this Arthur male? It could easily and likely be that he is, but at the same time, if they are not yet married...
But no, not right now.]
Then I can agree to that, most wholeheartedly. I think we might get along well anyways.
[He's not lying either. Once he looks past everything else boiling inside of him, Gawain can admit to fascination.]
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And blissfully unaware of Gawain's innermost thoughts. ]
I'm grateful to have you here, Gawain. I am a woman of humble means, despite where I come from but... Should you need anything, I am here, too.
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I would not think to trouble you so much as that and there is no need to be humble with me. As strange as it is, we should be friends first I think. That is how that do it in this age. Equals.
[Besides, she's not Gunivere and even if she was, she's so young. Why not start off on a different foot?]
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In the worst possible way for her; how many times she's been told not to cry. Brushing big, soppy tears aside, Gwenhwyfar nodded. ]
I... I would like that very much, Gawain.
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[He reaches out and wipes away a tear, smiling as he does so.]
This is a blessed meeting though, among many others.
[There has to be some meaning in this, that much Gawain is sure of.]