[h2]Saber - Arturia Pendragon[/h2]

That hand ruffling her hair... she wasn't sure how to take it. Of course, Arturia had not told her Master of the circumstances. How could she? It had hardly been necessary, anyway... perhaps, until this moment. But she would not press such matters onto her Master. The simple truth was, while she no longer wished to erase herself from the events, the blonde knight was certain that she was to blame, at least for Lancelot's fall, for what had caused him to qualify for the class of Berserker. Indeed, in this summoning he was now Saber, the class that Arturia believed was truly what he deserved, but that did not simply erase the memory of her friend, her loyal knight, stained black and stricken with madness.

"... Regardless, I... I cannot simply..." Arturia trailed off for a few moments. There were no words she could say that would be able to explain the situation to her Master easily. She was not sure if she could bring herself to say them, even if she could find them.

"... I... would appreciate that, Master," she said, finally. She was not entirely aware of the directions to this specific park, after all.

[@Raineh Daze]