Six - Many Uncles

"Damn fire," A soft voice entered whimsically in her temples, thudding at a high volume. The taste in her mouth was awful, and as the bright light pushed it's way into her eyes, she noticed the strange positions he was in. Once she'd clearly figured out the pillow she was laying on wasn't, Lana slowly sat up. She'd been sleeping in Gawain's lap. And with her surprise, he was wide-awake, the cape she'd laced over him, was now shared between them. "You should get more rest."

"You're awake, we need to move. We lost much time with you sleeping on my shoulder," Lana mumbled with a yawn. It was still dark out, and Gawain grinned as she sat beside him, the blanket barely making it around them.

"Old bread really helps out;" He held a last remaining chuck, before handing it to Lana. Ripping off a mouth size piece, she placed it in her mouth. "We'll get going in a bit."

"No," Groaned Lana, she wanted a warm bed now.

"Hold on Lana. We're alive, my bleeding has stopped and my bet is they'll be trailing about a carriage for us." Gawain laughed near the end of his thought, but Lana rolled her eyes.

"The minute you stand up again, you'll be sleeping on my shoulder." Lana rubbed away the sleep from her eyes, until a yawn left her mouth. "That Woad got you good."

"It's easy when you're tied up. He nailed your chest well," Gawain lifted the blanket and pointed, Lana shook her head, it would leave a dandy mark.

"Arthur must be shitting himself right now. Lancelot and Galahad must be in hell." Laughing softly, Lana rested her head on Gawain's shoulder, exhausted she sealed her eyes.

"Poor buddy Lancelot. You both won't get points with this one."

"Yeah, meaning Arthur is forbidding our relationship." Lana shook her head, and removing herself from his shoulder, she turned to Gawain. "I don't understand why Arthur is having a fit over nothing."

"Ha! He's your brother!" Gawain laughed. "He knows how Lancelot works. He's never been just with one woman. Jumping about the place is his convenience." Gawain stopped laughing, and with clearing his throat, he added a few things. "Lancelot has rage; Arthur wants you with a stable man."

"Lancelot is stable!" Lana growled Gawain allowed his eyes to move from her to the fire, the ambers burning glared onto his face. Gawain would never tell Lana, but he was worried the Rebel Woads still where near by. All his thoughts halted when Lana began to shiver, again. She shook in her sleep, which when he awoke, he placed her in his lap, and held her, hoping his body heat and the collecting warmth of the fire would warm her up. He even suggested she had another wound, which like him was loosing blood. But after a quick search, nothing.

"Here," Gawain wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in, his chin resting on her head. "Once you're warmed up, and not shaking -- we'll continue." Her body cradled in her arms, she started to feel his high temperature, though still, her arms where covered in cold bumps. Their breathing matched each other's, chests rising and falling together, her cheek planted against his armor, and she closed her eyes, was he truly right about Lancelot? Was he stable? Times before, Lana was curious as to what she was doing. He was physically attractive, by far, and his mouth, the way it curved and how he spoke so well, all of it made her body ache for his. But what else was there?

"I often think it was a mistake." Gawain snapped from the reflections he currently was making, and listened to Lana speak. "Getting involved with Lancelot. Arthur is speechless; he can barely look at me. But it was only a matter of time before I felt something for one of you," Lana smirked, Gawain laughed, his chest bouncing her body. "After these long ten years, I believe I almost know too much about all of you. I tell Vanora how lucky she is to not witness some of what I have."

"Maybe Arthur's best friend wasn't the smartest choice."

"What will you have me do Gawain?" Lana asked. "What? Will you sweep me off my feet? Whisper sweet words, tell me I'm the only one?" Lana asked, Gawain stared into the flames while his stomach built with laughter. "I'm a woman in war. To hear those things are like gold! I kill a Woad then go home, and have someone too share my bed. I can only take what I can get," Lana spoke amused.

"Roman men I hear are quiet a catch."

"Awe, they'll be too threatened." As soon as the words left her lips, Gawain laughed. She could be right; most men wouldn't want a wife whom could kill him. "I have chosen this life, a life of a Knight. And what will happen when I become a mother? The last thing I want is to sit at home, knit and cook. I can't even cook." Gawain smirked, Lana couldn't cook, what a shock.

"I'll teach you. Once we have a nice vacation from this hell. And you'll have plenty of time to think of what you will do when you become a mother." Lana clenched her eyes shut, feeling Gawain's hands move and tighten the cape around them, she lifted her head, and seeing her friend's face, she whispered.

"Sooner than you think," Gawain held his breath, his eyes lowered as he stared at Lana, her face went blank. Her brown locks waved with the light breeze, crashing over his shoulder. He had no idea, but then again, no wonder she went through her bread so quickly.

"Does Lancelot--"

"Yes." Lana stopped his question from even appearing, and she was absolutely frightened. "I don't want to have to explain to my child why their father is dead." Whispering in the night, Gawain gulped, Lana searched the fire, almost believing it had answers burning in its ashes. He pulled Lana in tighter, hugging her all at the same time. He huddled over her, kissing her hair, comforting her the best he could. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Course, I'm not Bors." It brought a small smile to Lana's face, Gawain hoped she'd lighten up soon. "And you will never need to explain to you're children why their father is gone. I believe once you have that child, he shall have more Uncles than any Sarmation child. And if anything ever is to happen to Lancelot, I will always be there. Galahad as well." Gawain added chuckling, warmth overwhelmed her body, and she was finally warm enough to continue.

"You ready?"