[ Gareth didn't mean to interrupt, but some part of her just seemed to take over once the captain of the knights began to speak. She put herself to one knee, kneeling before them, but keeping her head raised, smile shining through despite the fatigue and, well... everything. ]

Sir Gareth of Orkney, Knight of the Round Table in Service of His Majesty Arthur, King of Britain.

... er... A different one...

[ A-anyways. She continued, shaking her head. ]

You need not give thanks or praise. Particularly, I know... that was hardly clean work of a proper knight like myself, but even son, it has been my honor to do this work, and that honor alone is all award I need.

[ Those words would seem doubtful and almost certainly insincere coming from almost anyone else, but it was hard to look in Gareth's eyes and find anything but a keen, shining truth to how she spoke. For her, this was simple what it meant to be a knight, an execution of those ideals she held closest to her heart. ]