[h2]Saber-Arturia Pendragon[/h2]

For a few moments, Arturia was left in confusion as her Master approached her without responding to her greeting. It only became clear what she intended when Laetitia proceeded to lean down and plant a kiss upon the blonde knight's cheek. Almost immediately, the Saber-class Servant flushed, her mouth opening and closing several times as she attempted to process what had just happened, unable to resist when her arm was suddenly grasped by the taller girl and she was pulled away. Why... why had that just happened? Why had it occurred in public, where others could see? She couldn't help but notice some of the women who attended the club staring daggers at her as she half-stumbled behind her Master.

Arturia was so caught up in what had happened, cheeks still colored with embarrassment, that she had not fully processed what her Master was saying for several moments.

The mood shifted quickly when it did.

Lancelot.

Today she was going to meet Lancelot.

It was impossible not to remember what had occurred at the closing of the Fourth Holy Grail War. She could not help but blame herself for the miserable condition that one of her knights had been brought to, to be summoned as Berserker. And yet... she also could not help her desire to truly speak with him once more.

"... Yes, Master, I... I wish to speak with Sir Lancelot once more."

The short girl nodded, firmly.

[@Raineh Daze]