Morgane had intended to return to her rooms, but seeing the gathering from a distance changed her mind. Even if Yvain were not among them, she was surrogate chatelaine in the Queen's absence. Not that the girl was much good as such, even when present, she thought with a little smile, before she was close enough to spot the young Lady Knight. She would have recognised that cast anywhere, introduced or not.<br/><br/>'For shame, Gawain,' she shook her head towards her nephew, 'if I didn't know how your parents raised you, I wouldn't recognise you there, baiting your new comrades!' It was a bit of a joke between them, of course, since Morgane knew very well just how much Gawain's ways followed those of both his parents, but she turned to Galahad before anyone had time to snicker.<br/><br/>'Never mind him, my dear, he's an overgrown boy at heart. You are my kinsman Lancelot's daughter, aren't you?' Her smile was genuine. 'I'd gladly take you in my household if you were not pledged to my royal brother already. I trust your brothers will treat you like one another.' She trained her gaze around the others, then focused on the girl again. 'But if you need another woman to confide to, my door is always open.'