He takes the tea from her carefully, smile still in place, and tilts his head the direction he means to walk -- carefully shifting chairs and things out of the way, clearing a path of sorts. He glances around to make sure nobody else might be intending to come crowd her before setting the tea down carefully on the corner table, turning to offer her another easy smile.
"There we are, will this do?"
His eyes flick over her a second before shifting to take in the rest of the room, not wanting to stare her down too much. She seems nervous, nervous enough that Lancelot wonders if she's truly here alone. Someone with her level of unease would do better with a carer of sorts, he thinks. Unless something has startled her, and this is not how she might normally be? It's almost a worse thought, when he knows he's in no real position to pry.
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He takes the tea from her carefully, smile still in place, and tilts his head the direction he means to walk -- carefully shifting chairs and things out of the way, clearing a path of sorts. He glances around to make sure nobody else might be intending to come crowd her before setting the tea down carefully on the corner table, turning to offer her another easy smile.
"There we are, will this do?"
His eyes flick over her a second before shifting to take in the rest of the room, not wanting to stare her down too much. She seems nervous, nervous enough that Lancelot wonders if she's truly here alone. Someone with her level of unease would do better with a carer of sorts, he thinks. Unless something has startled her, and this is not how she might normally be? It's almost a worse thought, when he knows he's in no real position to pry.