Hera was looking at what her troop had just made. After several days of working hard and struggling until exhaustion, they could pull through and fix the ships, preparing them to navigate across River Droumon and get to Goliath.
Lancelot was beside her as she looked at those boats. She was smiling slightly due to the nostalgia that she was feeling. Lancelot knew very well, though, that the sweet smile on her face wasn't the only thing present in their countenance. He could notice the bitterness in her eyes as if she had just eaten something disgusting.
"You surely know how to deal with your past," he commented, smiling at her.
"In truth, I don't. After all, If I did, I wouldn't wear this cape all day."
Lancelot gazed at her with his blue eyes, paying attention to her beautiful face getting two times older in a span of seconds.