Shortly after she asked him to leave, Lancelot did just that. He did not want to let her out of his sight, but he didn't have a knack for staying in places he wasn't needed. He stepped out of his room, closed the door behind him, just to ensure that she was safe, before he walked out of the corridor, down the flight of stairs, to check on the room Peter had kept Emily, and to ensure she was okay.
Halfway across the stairs, he caught sight of a maid, dressed in the usual uniform of black gown and a white apron, waking up the stairs, towards him and with a tray of food in her hands. She appeared to be heading towards his room; seeing as that floor belonged to him - and consisted of his library, office, room and his private tea room.
The maid stood still and bowed in respect when she got to him. Lancelot looked over her, before looking into her hands. The tray had two small plates, a bottle of water, a clear glass and a small bowl of food, tightly covered with a lid, on it.
"Is this t
