The answer is both simple and not. For all that Aslan's mannerisms seem rather human at times, he isn't one and never has been. He feels deeply, more so than one might ever imagine, but he is also a creature of infinite love and grace. His compassion knows no limits, and whatever Saber has said and done, whatever wrongs she has committed, or failures she considers herself guilty of, a despair-ridden heart is never one to be turned away.

Paws padding softly on the sand beside her, Aslan listens and seems...very much at home, very relaxed as they walk together. Truly, he is very much fond of the sea -- it is, after all, the sea over which he has traveled so many times to reach Narnia's shores.

He tilts his head and nods once with a faint smile -- more somber than the last, but truly, he does understand.

"I tell no one any story but his own, Arturia. I do not share secrets that are not mine to tell, and if there is a title you would prefer I use, I will abide by your request." However- "If I may, I would still know you as Arturia."

Not Arthur. Not Saber. Not the Winter King.

Arturia.