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She had gone to the lake after offering herself, wanting perhaps to find some solace in the willow trees that littered the shore. With a sigh, Hollandaise ducked under the low-hanging branches and sat at the base of the tree. It was an easy spot for her; she was small and tress just... trees were comforting in a way most people weren't.

And maybe she was waiting to see if he'd appear, just like in her memory. Maybe he remembered too. But... maybe not. Slowly, she brought her knees up to her chest and stared out through the curtain of branches. And, just like many times before, she began to softly, creakily sing.

"I didn't know what else to do," she said softly. "I thought, maybe, that it is what knights were supposed to do, but I don't know." Now that she looked at him, Hollandaise wondered how, of all people, she could've forgotten him.

She fiddled with the hem of her tabard for a moment. "I saw you - when I went down to become a knight. I remembered... did you?" And if he didn't, then what was the point anyway? "You always find me..."

"You would be a really, really good Great Knight." And Hollandaise knew that if Chaya had offered, he would've been an excellent great knight. He was kind and sincere and everything a white knight should be. She found herself bound up in rules and strictures of both her own making or not. And now, only after she had pledged and offered, she find herself doubting her decision.

She leaned against him. "But I don't want you to be one. I guess it's selfish..." Hollandaise sighed. "I feel like you made me smile a lot, Chaya. In my memory... we've known each other for a very long time. I wish I could remember all of it. You used to come find me when I was sad and you always helped me."

She tensed for a moment as his arm when around her, but it felt alright, it felt right, and she relaxed. "I think you're fine as you are. I wonder... if I shouldn't have offered... " With another sigh, Hollandaise turned her face into his shoulder and pressed it there. "Puppies are nice," she said, her voice muffled into him. She could feel the way his body moved when he breathed and it was comforting in the same way a familiar blanket was. Hollandaise wondered about all of the memories she didn't have.

"I just wanted to find out where I fit in. But... I think... I think I would be happy with anything, if you were safe." She laughed a little, awkwardly. "It sounds strange, I am sorry."

Hollandaise pulled away a bit and patted his arm. She had, of course, assumed a little too much. They were still functionally strangers, even if she tended to feel quite strongly about things quickly. Maybe they had been friends, maybe siblings. Perhaps they'd grown up together or they had only known each other for a season, running in the forest as autumn leaves crunched under their questing feet. She didn't know and she wouldn't know. And did it even matter anyway?

"Maybe I will," she said a little sadly. After a moment, she got to her feet, dusting off her clothes. "There's no sense in thinking. Come, let's go swimming, Chaya." Hollandaise offered him a tentative smile and held out her hand.

She gave his fingers a nervous little squeeze at they walked down to the shoreline. A sort of sadness was trying to settle over her: the sense of history lost. Even with the sacrifices of the knights' memories... it hadn't been enough. Shadows had found their way into Camelot and even in her. Hollandaise's free hand pressed over the mark on her arm. Sometimes it burned a little, tingled, and she did not like it.

"Chaya-" she began, but stopped herself. She wished she remembered more, but saying it was pointless. Hollandaise wished a great manyy things. But wishes were wishes and knights dealt in reality. "I wonder if it's cold," she continued instead. With a little, reluctant tug, she loosened her hand from his and started peeling off some of her many layers of clothing. She could not, after all, swim in leather and mail. Finally, she was down to her shift and carefully, she laid the cloth flower from her hair on the pile. Hollandaise was, as always strangely neat and had folded her clothing into triangles.

And then, with a glance back at Chaya and another smile (this one mischeivous), she ran into the lake and dove in.

Hollandaise let out a small, creaky shirek as he splashed his way into the lake. "What terrible form!" She giggled and dove back down under the water. They didn't have much time left, maybe, but they could enjoy it like this.

It was a little hard to swim with her shift billowing annoyingly around her, but Hollandaise had a purpose. With an outstretched hand, she caught hold of Chaya's ankle and yanked.