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. ]