Camelot was moving towards busy, and Artoria could tell already that many were ready and capable of moving about all on their own. The first of such a request was made by Gawain, who wished to see Loch Ness reach the height of a true little village instead of an outpost. "Lift your head," she said before making a decision which was much easier to do than many others. "You are free to see to that task. I would not want to displace those of Albion who would rather live at ground level either. I can trust you with such a task, so it is yours to undertake. If you require anything to make that easier for you, feel free to send word, you will have it." she added. She did not plan to leave Gawain behind in her ascent, but if he wished to help out in a way the rest of them hadn't thought of yet, she was more than willing to leave him to that task for the time being.
As for the other Knights it would be Agravain who stepped up and bowed as well. "Surely you jest?" Artoria asked first and foremost about the posturing. "Of course I do no such thing. I wish to accompany the Queen of Saints at least for a time. At the very least I believe I can be helpful to her, as you cannot be at her side yourself. You will feel less anxious with someone like me at her side, correct?" asked Agravain. Ah, what a dangerous question. Artoria could not lie, of the current Knights the one most like her original self was Agravain. Though she didn't share that ability to torture and extract information their ability to act by any means necessary was admirable. Such a trait would be especially useful to Jeanne who saw only the good in others and wouldn't bother questioning the bad. Agravain could and would be of use to her, in rooting out any ne'er do wells. "Be warned Argavain the Queen of Saints can see through and control even you. But knowing one such as you would stand at her side would put me at ease," she said giving her permission for that person to scurry off as well.
With all of that taken care of, if Artoria was to be found properly alone, it would be some time later. She'd have sat through any paperwork that needed tending. Talked to any stray knights that found themselves wanting to participate one way or another and then when everything calmed the Queen of Knights would be found in her own bedroom. She'd be alone and finally able to take a deep breath, sitting atop her own bed, with crossed legs having finished her work of cleaning and tending her blade. She did so to clear her thoughts and reach a state of tranquility she didn't know outside of combat. Here and now each breath would be in step with the movements of a whetstone until satisfied finally. She'd lay her sword to rest. Hair unleashed from its normal bun and brushed out a simple night gown was how she chose to sleep, when she chose to do so. She was safe within Camelot and she hadn't slept much on her trip and so she would relax almost completely with the exception of a dagger beneath her pillow. The habits of an assassin, did not disappear, and strangely she couldn't sleep if the weight of it wasn't beneath that space either.