[ She's a kind person, he thinks. Her own sympathy and concern is clear, and for that, he wishes he could dismiss it entirely. So the moment of seriousness passes, at least on his part, and he's back to an easy smile. ]

Now, it's nothing to frown over. It sounds a bit gloomy, but... I do not think of it as such. To serve is my second chance to do right by my oath, and I can think of nothing greater that even the Holy Grail itself could give me.

[ Though he does reach up to idly scratch at his neck, a bit of an awkward gesture, since it's still difficult to explain. He's not sure he would have ever reached this peace about it in life, even if Arthur had somehow miraculously triumphed in Camlann. It comes from a perspective that's distinctly inhuman, that part of him that's now an eternal being rather than one limited by a single lifespan. Even if it's his reality now, that difference is difficult for him to put into words. ]

You needn't concern yourself over me, though your kindness is not something I will spurn. After all, it is just as much my oath to protect a maiden's smile.