HOLD THE LINE.

               A man with a shield ; Defender. Her head nods off in acknowledgement, perceiving how he might convey himself. In truth, Jehanne is sated with his response – such modesty. “Chastity breadth a long way, don’t you think?” His actions speaks of her statement; it settles itself, but still as they continued their own waltz – there had been a sense of peace. “In due time, I am certain, we’ll come to understand one another.” 

❛ Kindness, milady- kindness be the driving force. ❜ Was it his place to try and correct her? Perhaps not- but he spoke how he felt.

Her response, in turn, makes Galahad pause in his words, a hand raising to his chin in thought- yes, he.. supposed she’d be right in this case. But regardless, the Knight shook his head, offering the Saint a kind smile while keeping pace with her.

“Just lay on top of the shield and I will know what you’re trying to do. Thank you best friend.”

❛ Alrighty, best- best friend. I’ll just.. lay right up here.. ❜ Yep. There’s Galahad. On his own shield. Your welcome Percival.

loud weeping.

“Thank you best friend.”  Taking the shield Percival tied it to his back as he laid down like a turtle in its shell hiding himself from the world. 

blease galahad