[ He offers her a slightly nervous smile when she finally arrives, takes her hand and allows himself to be pulled out to the Greenwood. The clear, cool air goes some way to clearing his mind but he's still worried. He cannot help it. Lancelot's shoulders drop and he studies her a moment, finally collects himself. ]

Lady Flora. I know you believe it better to avoid bloodshed where we can. I am the same. Yet...

[ Lancelot takes a breath, steels himself. ]

There will be a battle soon. The preparations are already in place. Some of the Unseelie watchtowers have already been destroyed. The Cathraon plains will be an unsafe place to be.