That ends up being a while! Galahad is, now that he's just letting himself feel it, really sad. This isn't how he meant to spend the rest of his life, and the small anxiety that Claudius might not love him as much like this, without the strength and prowess that Claudius has admired so many times, is beginning to get less small.

Finally, though, he lets go and takes Magnus' hands instead. "Will you help me find a scabbard?"