A/N: I started this to be completely humorous and cracky. But it didn't turn out that way. Gwaine and Gwen friendship. Who knew?
Gwaine found her preparing to leave. Her cloak was on, and most of her stuff was already packed. She was wiping away what was left of her tears, determined to face this with dignity, probably. Gwaine had always thought dignity was overrated. It was pride that kept most people together.
His heart went out for her as he looked around the near-empty house. I don't know what happened between them, he thought, but I don't know if I believe what they say. After all, as an easy man himself, he liked to think he could spot an easy woman a mile away. And Gwen was not some layaround. She was in love with Arthur.
He didn't think he could explain those thoughts to her, though. So instead he just came up to her and put his hand on her shoulder warmly. "Don't worry, Gwen. You can come back in a few months."
She looked at him with disbelief, as though he'd lost his mind. "I've been banished. Forever. On pain of death," she emphasized, as though he'd missed that part magically.
Gwaine smiled a little. "Yeah. So was I. And, well…." He gestured down at himself as though to say "here I am!"
"Yes, but I deserve it," she said unhappily, hanging her head. "I kissed Lancelot."
Gwaine nodded sagely, but then shook his head and said, "You know, I was really drunk one night, and…"
Gwen's head went up and her face took on an expression of barely-hidden alarm. "…Gwaine, please don't tell me…"
He finished, "I ate all the pickled eggs in the kingdom. Which is about as bad as almost-adultery, right?"
She let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going a whole different direction with that," she admitted.
"So don't worry. You'll be back, Lady Guinevere. It's not really Camelot until you're in it. What kind of city is it if it's queenless?" He smiled at her.
Through her pain, she couldn't help but smile back. "Goodbye, Gwaine. Thank you."
"Do you want my help packing?"
"No." She sniffed and looked around the nearly bare room. "I want to do this on my own. It's not much, but it was mine."
He nodded. "Where will you go?"
She shrugged. "There are places. I can find work. If I'm desperate, Merlin's mother might give me a bit of help. I'll manage."
"If you need help, find me, Lady Guinevere. You know I'd be glad to do anything for that princess I met on the road so long ago."
She laughed. "Thank you."
"And I'll watch your house until you return. I'll make Merlin help me. Come back soon. Like I said, it's not Camelot without you." He looked light-hearted as he said it, flipping his hair, but her eyes welled up with tears at the promise. Before she could turn around and throw her arms about him like she wanted so badly to do, he had left, and she was alone with the knowledge that she had only hours to leave forever.
Or maybe not forever. Gwaine thinks it's possible.
She lifted her chin, sniffed once, dried her eyes again, and got back to work.