[ What makes you different, makes you beautiful... in your own way. Saber had heard those words in other ways; knights kneeling in awe at her divinity, people who worshiped but also feared her, and then another tyrant king who felt her difference and suffering was nothing but entertainment. No one had ever said that in a good way. The "in your own way" was the difference. She opens her mouth to say something; her initial response is to protest, but for once, Saber allows the unique compliment to sit in her mind and just absorb it. ]

Blurr.. thank you. [ An awkward pause. There's a hint of tears in the corners of her eyes, but it's shaken as the knight becomes resolute again and brings a hand to her chest. ]

Let me swear my sword to you. ..I am not much of a friend, and am ignorant of such. I would likely not be a good friend if I were to try. However, I am a knight and know nothing better. At least allow me to be your sworn ally.