He watches them. Maybe not with the same intensity as Tristan but he still watches them. He envies them. Their way of coming back to the fort and forget what they have done, what they will do the next day. He thinks Arthur may be the only one beside him who doesn't forget, locking himself in the chapel to pray.
The tavern is the best place to watch, he has learned that soon enough and so that is what he does. He watches Bors with Vanora and their children, Lancelot and Galahad competing for a woman while Gawain looks on amusedly and Tristan stroking his hawk, a rare smile on his lips as he watches his fellow knights' antics.
Dagonet wonders if perhaps it are his healer instincts which make him feel more remorse than he should. However, he can't help it, he has always wanted to save lives, not take them. And thus he watches his comrades yet as he watches he can see cracks in the façade. A cracked smile, a laugh that sounds too hollow, a dull look in the eyes. And he realises his brothers have as much trouble coping with this life as he has.
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