( It's clear to him, now, that what she needs is comfort--. Or, rather, someone to tell her what she wants to hear. A troublesome line to walk, in his eyes. He never was the best when it came to emotional matters, choosing simply to numb himself to pain. What if he tells her the wrong thing? )

I ask you, to put this matter behind yourself-- for now. Should you wish to face Lancelot again, I'm afraid your impulsivity would only get the better of you. Steel your emotions, and you may find the victory you seek.

( ...Whether or not he actually intends for Avenger to face Berserker again is another matter entirely. For now, though, he'd prioritize stabilizing her mood.

With his shirt hanging open, he drapes his arms over her shoulders, pulling her in close. The contact, little though it was, should cause her to feel warm. Hesitant to proceed further, though, he simply rests his frame against her, waiting to see how she reacts. )