Lancelot takes a breath as he turns to look at Percival. He takes a sip from his mug as he observes the other man. As always, astute. But ever as always, judging. No matter what he says, he has the sneaking suspicion that Percival knows the truth about this situation. It became apparent the moment the other man said "That's your answer to me".

Was it worth keeping it away from Percival?

A frown crosses his face as he internally debates between what Lancelot the Knight Captain would do and what Lancelot the person would do. Lancelot the Knight Captain would exercise his royal authority and turf Percival out, telling him to get sleep and not be so nosy. But that's not what Lancelot the person would do, and as much as he would love to tell Percival everything - he's not entirely sure whether he'd be able to do so.

So instead he opts for another approach.

"Perhaps its better seen than said." was all Lancelot says as he sets his mug down. He steps in front of Percival and proceeds to slip out of his armour. It's a good thing that he removed his gauntlets and pauldrons earlier when he settled to work for the knight, leaving him to slip off the cuirass and backplate with relative ease to reveal the mass of bandages covering his chest, visible under the light undershirt he wore his armour.

Percival can survey the damage for himself, if he really wanted to know more.