The second person that he sees from the time of Camelot is when he is sitting in a cafe. It isn't too far from Avalon. Just off the side of the main road. It isn't fancy at all and most of the people here are truck drivers. They pay him no mind as he drinks his coffee in a corner booth. Winter had set in and he needed a way to warm up.
He reads a newspaper he had found laying around as he sips the warm beverage only looking up when someone sat down across from him. Her uniform is the same color as her dress was back in Camelot. Her hair is in the same braid. She looks younger than he remembered her and she still reminded him of Freya. The same hair, eyes, both being druids. He had had a crush on her the short time she had been the handmaiden to Queen Guinevere. Sefa.
She sets a piece of pie in front of him, sliding him a spoon. Without saying a word to her, he eats the pie in silence. When he's done, he sets the spoon down on the plate and slides the plate to her.
"I'm sorry for what I did." They both know what she's talking about. Sorry for what happened back then. It was for her dad though. He doesn't blame her for that. He would have done anything for his mother.
"My father owns this place. He doesn't remember Camelot." No need to ask where her mother is. Looks like she did young just like before. At least she has her father.
"They were good people. I hope to see them again this lifetime." He knows who she's talking about. Gwen and Gaius. The two people who had helped her even though one had had the power of her life or death in her hands. The queen and the court physician. He couldn't deny that he hoped to see them again too. His best friend's wife and the man who was a like a father to him.
"If you ever need a home cooked meal or a cup of coffee just come here. It's always on the house for you." It is the least she can do for someone she once knew. For someone she could have almost loved. If things had gone differently and she hadn't betrayed them then maybe she could have been more than just a crush to him. Maybe she could have filled the gap that Freya had left in his heart. But that was a long time ago. A different lifetime. They had both moved on since then.
She picks up the plate and touches his arm gently. "You keep yourself safe," She whispers in his ear before walking away. Setting down a tip, he heads out the door. There would be no more coming here for him.