The queen was hardly comforted by anything these days. She mostly looked forward to the oblivion that sleep sometimes provided her; and that was only if nightmares had decided to skip over her for the night. With a tired sigh, Gwendolyn slowly laid her head against his shoulder as they walked. "It is your presence that brings me comfort. I would like to at least see you to your meal." Her cheek turned as it rested on the shoulder pad of his mourning garb so that she could glance up at him, almost as if she could still hardly believe that it was Cameron's eyes she looked into.<br/><br/>"My hands might be tied in many aspects, but I would like to hope that I can at least ensure that you are adequately welcomed home."