Lily swishes her tail faster at that movement, pads a step closer himself and sniffs at one of her hands so that a wet doggy nose brushes skin.

"From France?" Lancelot prompts, "is it a permanent move, or temporary?"

A job, perhaps, or temporary assignment? A family move? He reaches out to touch Lily's snout as she licks at Guenièvre's hand, trying to discourage her from doing it too much.