"She did not have much of a chance, unfortunately. I fear I will be making it up to her for some time."

His smile turns a little rueful at that, and Lancelot drops his eyes down to his feet for a moment as he walks.

"She was good, though. Perhaps she could sense something wasn't right. Animals can, I think, they seem to know -- or perhaps that's... just us projecting our way of thinking. I'd link to think she knew."

Either way, she was a very good dog. She always is! Just sometimes a little too enthusiastic about being good.