A trio of traitors

Artie was humming to herself as she made her way towards her rooms. Moira, who remained by her side, kept glancing at her as she continued to hum to herself. Sir Kay and Sir Lamorak remained a few steps behind them since Moira wouldn't let them walk next to Artie. 

She was like a guard dog. She wasn't letting them near her. Artie had no idea why. She was just having a good time. She'd enjoyed her time with the Round Table, and listening to them chat. Moira was overreacting. 

"Um, Sire?" Sir Kay was the first one to speak as they moved down the hallway. Artie swore that Moira growled at him, glowering at the man. Artie smiled. 

"Yes, Sir Kay?" She replied, and glanced back at him. He seemed nervous. Anxious. She had no idea why. 

"Why are you not…mad at us?" He asked and she blinked. 

"Did you want me to be mad at you?" She asked, and he furrowed his brow.