They can be picky, or so I am told. I haven't had much to do with them and my escort here has little need to pay tribute to anyone. [As far as she knew, anyway.]

You mean the man I saw you with? [Arthur asks, and Morgana nods but also shrugs a little as she's not entirely sure what Arthur had seen on that fateful day.]

Don't get your hackles up, he did what he did to protect me. He cares for me very much. He is kin.