The straightforwardness, he expects, but asking a question like that at all seems strange. If he's asking, that either implies he's expecting a particular answer or... he wants to find her. But there should be no need for that, when Arthur is standing right in front of him. Right?
(And he hates that he has to think like that. He hates that he has to question him, of all people.)
His Master was, for lack of a better word, Something. But despite the smallest traces of uneasiness he feels upon thinking of her, she was still his Master.]
...I'm sorry. I don't think I can tell you that. [He sounds genuinely apologetic—he doesn't want to distrust Gawain.] Why do you ask?
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The straightforwardness, he expects, but asking a question like that at all seems strange. If he's asking, that either implies he's expecting a particular answer or... he wants to find her. But there should be no need for that, when Arthur is standing right in front of him. Right?
(And he hates that he has to think like that. He hates that he has to question him, of all people.)
His Master was, for lack of a better word, Something. But despite the smallest traces of uneasiness he feels upon thinking of her, she was still his Master.]
...I'm sorry. I don't think I can tell you that. [He sounds genuinely apologetic—he doesn't want to distrust Gawain.] Why do you ask?