Lancelot wasn't expecting visitors he didn't know, and especially not a... journalist? Is that what she is? The feel of her magic prickles at him and makes his head hurt, but he's still unused to what such a feeling means -- can't tell witch magic from fae of any sort.


"An... interview?" he echoes, uneasy. "Forgive me but... I'm not so sure I would be allowed to."

How did she get in here? He's fairly sure Sylvia wouldn't want someone interviewing a Guardian accused of going on a rampage.