[ Saber allows a hint of a wistful smile to play over her features. She has many regrets about her life, about her family, about what she allowed to happen. Maybe she could have changed things if she did it all over again but there's no point in wishing for what cannot be. She recognizes the tone in her "sister's" voice and accepts the advice with a firm nod. ]

...I understand. I will be on my guard, should I ever find a chance to visit your England. Your Camelot. You need not fear for my own safety - I still managed to hold the throne for almost twenty years, did I not?

[ She's not a babe in the woods, she means to say. ]