Siegfried watched with amusement as Lancelot roused himself from a dead stupor to protect his bed (his person) and his hand was automatically rising to trace the curve of Lancelot's back, filling the smooth rub of expensive cloth against his fingertips.

"As Lancelot stated: you deserve credit for your part in tonight's activities. I am in your debt."

Well, he was alive wasn't he??? But... He raised an eyebrow at Lancelot's immediate flop onto Percival and then a wry smile tugged against his lips. "Although perhaps my debt is unwanted. You've grown close." And there was a little bit of wistfulness in his voice as he thought of the two men whom he'd once nurtured into adulthood. He was still his lord's right hand man, but.

He was mostly retired now, and this wound would reinforce that retirement for some many months to come. More's the pity.