[ She looks at him, confused a moment until she catches up with that he means. This is what she gets with keeping the company of Sir Galahad, the man was a veritable mountain, even out of his bulky armour and coats. ]
Of course, forgive me my oversight.
[ She steps back into the tent, out of the general thoroughfare, sinking down on her knees in one movement, and crossing her legs underneath her the next. Habit more than anything, no one sits until the Queen does - even in Whitechapel, where she deserved nothing of that respect from a people so disabused by their own Queen, that so often she was still afforded such respects from those closest to her.
So she settles, waits for him to join her, and then extends her head forward again, a slow gesture, letting him reach as easily as he needed to. Not even slightly bothered by it, after all, she was the one asking for his help, however that may come. ]
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Of course, forgive me my oversight.
[ She steps back into the tent, out of the general thoroughfare, sinking down on her knees in one movement, and crossing her legs underneath her the next. Habit more than anything, no one sits until the Queen does - even in Whitechapel, where she deserved nothing of that respect from a people so disabused by their own Queen, that so often she was still afforded such respects from those closest to her.
So she settles, waits for him to join her, and then extends her head forward again, a slow gesture, letting him reach as easily as he needed to. Not even slightly bothered by it, after all, she was the one asking for his help, however that may come. ]