He almost doesn't go. It's too much risk, too soon, but he can't help but believe that she is telling the truth. His King would never lie to him. They will meet and everything will be back like it was. They can laugh, talk about their plans for making the tower a safer place, and act as if it never happened.

But part of Lancer just can't believe that easily. It's that part of him that digs into his trunk and pulls out the unfamiliar clothes he noticed were in there before but has, until now, ignored. They are things he knows he never owned. The best he can guess from the tags they still have on them is that Sola-Ui had bought them for him at some point, but things in the war had happened so quickly--gone bad so fast--that she had never had the chance to give them to him.

It's a plain white dress shirt, black slacks and matching belt and shoes. Surely, if Arturia is still under the curse's sway, these clothes will be less...tempting...than his normal close-fitting armor will be.

And so, Lancer arrives on floor 38 an hour or so before sunset looking nervous and slightly uncomfortable in his new outfit. The clothes fit well, but it's a fit he's not familiar with.

"I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting too long. I..." He trails off unable to finish his thought without knowing if this was a very good idea or a tremendously stupid one.