When Lancelot's training ended, it was close to 7 am, and his body was already seeing changes. His former pale and dainty skin was more tanned, tight and tough.
His skin could now resist a blade slashing at him. Eventually, It would evolve enough to take someone of Arthur's level to mark his skin as he left Caladbolg in a necklace form...
A small black sword on a silver chain as she needed to use this form to absorb as much ether from his body as possible.
Although she could hold immense levels inside her, she couldn't generate it alone,, which was the weakness of her current state.
Thus, Lancelot, who regenerated far too much, was more than happy to pour it inside her as she began to bond with him through the training. Their feelings towards each other became more natural and less volatile.
'How is your body, darling?' Lancelot was more concerned with Morgana than himself, as her gentle voice replied instantly.