[Oh- she'd been so caught up in the spiral of her own thoughts that Medea hadn't even realised his hand was that close to her's. And as he held her hand, she gave a squeeze back. I'm here. I'll keep you safe and make your enemies burn.

But...as he carried on with the story, she turned her focus back to his story.]

Grand Caster...a being with magic that far outstrips even mine, I take it?

[In Medea's mind, there were few who came close to her skill at Magecraft. The idea that such a Servant existed on a completely different level to her was- well, that was an intimidating thought.]

...So they took on the role themselves. Gareth did say her Master was the sort to bear the world on her shoulders- I didn't think at the time she meant that literally.