[1] WEEPING MONK // you're not what I was looking for

28| Tender Hearts {Part Three}

[TW// referenced past religious based self harm]

Lancelot begins integrating with the Fey and Ari is at odds with her allies

"Hey," she breathed with a gentle smile, stepping into his tent.

Lancelot shifted on his cot, she had never been here before. He scanned down her dampened wet form but his eyes snapped up when she spoke, "I brought you your supper."

He frowned at her, looking mildly confused and apparently surprised to see her here. She knew it was a risk coming to his tent but most people were tucked away in theirs right now, she didn't think anybody would notice her leaving her own. Then again, there's always usually someone somewhere watching the queen and it was rather annoying.

Lancelot could smell it then, whatever she had brought for him. He sat up properly onto the edge of his cot as he watched her, biting his lip briefly, "You didn't have to."

"I know, but I wanted to talk to you," Ari shrugged as she one handedly unwrapped her moderately soaked cloak from off of her shoulders. They'd had this discussion before. She knows she doesn't have to do things for him but she will do them anyway.

He smiled for a moment when she admitted that she came here purposefully to see him but his face dropped down. She didn't need a reason to talk to him, she must surely know that by now? Or perhaps she did in this particular camp? Ari stepped closer and held out the steaming bowl that she had been concealing beneath her cloak to him and he took it gratefully in his hands, letting the heat warm up his cold fingers. She took a seat down across from him on Squirrel's cot.

"Where is he?" Ari asked casually, noting the obvious absence of the boy. She'd expected that he would be here.

"He was helping the redhead," Lancelot answered her, letting the rather appetising looking broth cool down a little. He hadn't even realised that he was hungry until she handed him this.

"Pym," Ari lightly rolled her eyes, remembering the fiery young woman. She wasn't surprised that Squirrel liked her and the two obviously knew each other from before all of this happened to them.

"Mhm" Lancelot grunted lowly. He remembered the girl too, and he was not particularly interested in crossing her path again. He did not like the way that she had spoken to Ari.

Lancelot glanced up to her briefly, a warmth spreading down his chest that she was here. He was surrounded by people but he was again feeling like he was alone. He had learnt to deal with the emotional distance that they had found when he separated them that way, but physical distance felt so much worse. And it wasn't like they were leagues apart, she was right there minutes away from him and yet she felt so far, like a piece of him had been tossed just out of his reach to taunt him. He'd hardly seen Squirrel either since being here except for at night, and even then the boy fell asleep quickly.