Don't worry about it. [It's assuring, but at the same time his tone is a little insistent. Lancelot was almost nice to a fault.

He rakes his fingers through Lady's fur, giving her as many pets as she likes. There's something nice about it - but then it's been proven that having animals around can be cathartic. On hearing the latter part of what Lancelot says, his lips quirk in a smile.] It seems like you're the mindreader today. [re: your guess is correct, Lance.] But I welcome the company of one human mind versus an entire court worth of hysterics.

[He looks at him rather knowingly.] And I suspect you have a different sort of burden altogether.