[ She tilts her head to the side, lips pressed in a tight line despite the hint of a smile on her face. With Morgana this exchange would all be gentle pleasantries and comforting reassurance, though Artura always eliminated unnecessary back and forth. She resists the urge to roll her eyes and concedes. ]

Fine, but you're wearing the red silk one to dinner.

[ She steps behind the dressing screen merely (just in case Merlin decides to barge in, as he often does) and begins unlacing her bodice and apron. ]

Sometimes being so close helps though, doesn't it? Many of the new recruits have been nice... like Sir Lancelot and Sir Galahad.

[ Despite Lancelot's departure she does recall her and Artura being quite taken with him, though perhaps for different reasons... ]