He gets as far as the word pardon before Lancelot lets out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, turns and tugs Nancy aggressively into his arms.

They've done it.

Lancelot was so sure they would, before it all started, but the nerves had gnawed at him. Doubt had creeped in.

"Thank you," he manages, although it's a little weak as the tension drains out of him.