As Cameron stepped closer to brush his hand comfortingly over her own, Gwendolyn turned her face up to his. There was still a deep pain in her heart, but it was at least a little assuaged with him returned to her. She felt warm as his voice dropped to a quiet whisper, meant only for her. Their eyes met and held as she reached a hand up to cup his cheek.<br/><br/>“Neither are you, my friend.”<br/><br/>At that moment, the door opened and an attendant slipped in with trays of their stew and fruit. Gwendolyn’s hand lowered from Cameron’s face and she turned from him to gesture towards the table in front of the fireplace. The attendant made quick work of setting down the trays and lighting the fireplace before bowing and swiftly exiting the library. If they noticed the queen and knight’s physical closeness, they said nothing about it.<br/><br/>Gwendolyn gestured to the trays. “Please, eat.”