[ He purses his lips a little, likely to refrain from smiling, and inclines his head in turn. ]

Very well. And as I said, leave a list with Merlin. I'll see that you have everything you'd like, as payment.

Since when do you have to pay your own sister? I am not a well known seamstress.

[ though it would seem as if Uther's insistence on those lessons is finally paying off. Not that she'll admit it. He could have gone to a tailor or a seamstress, he came to her and she's not complaining. ]

I'll try and have the list for Merlin as soon as possible.

[ You really need to stop doing this whole kindness thing, it's really throwing him off. ]

Whenever you've the time. On both. It's -

[ He opens his mouth to say something else ('thank you,' most likely), but decides against it and purses his lips. ]

[ look but we're family now and also it's so funny to see him struggle. ]

Mmm. Keep that dog away from my basked of threads and I will be able to see it done soon enough.

[ he huffs a little. ]

You know as well as I it's impossible to keep that mutt out of anything.

[ a beat, and he sobers a little. ]

We've still yet to find sign of Lancelot. Perhaps -

[ well. perhaps he should not think on these things. a sigh. ]

At any rate, I'll see what can be done.

We will find him, Arthur.

[ a beat. ]

I miss him as well.

[ she had gotten to know him a bit since he arrived. ]

He is a good man.

[ he smiles a bit ruefully. ]

Among the very best across the Five Kingdoms, for all that he's been bested by a dog.

Bested by a - pardon?

[ He rummages around in his desk drawer and pulls out a bracelet to hold up for her. ]

This was found in the bed Mary purchased for Frewen, not long after Lancelot was lost. Either it's his, or there's another Heimdall member gone amiss.

It must be his - what happens to those who lose their bracelet? I know many have advised never to remove it.

The same illness what plagues the native sets in until you become wholly gray and lose all sense of yourself. You become another of the faceless masses.

Then we must find him soon. I cannot think of Lancelot ever becoming without a self or face.

[ he has too much of a heart for this to happen. ]

[ Arthur more than whole-heartedly agrees. He gives a quick incline of his head. ]

I'll not lose hope. We will find him.

[ Eventually. ]