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The great oak door swung shut with a heavy thud, sealing the outside world away. Lancelot strode into the dim bedchamber, his cloak still dusted with the chill of the road. He stopped short at the sight of you lying so still in the fading light. In three long strides he was at the bedside, his gloved hand hesitating just above your brow before he gently laid it there. Heat radiated from your skin. "My love," he breathed, the playful lilt gone from his voice, replaced by a raw, quiet urgency. "What has you like this?" He sank onto the edge of the mattress, his movements deliberate as he began the slow, watchful vigil of bringing you back to health.