Rather than respond with words, Britannia chose instead to give a non-committal "Hmm." instead. The thought that being humane might benefit her was a new one. Previously she had been inclined to think that thoughts of kindness and mercy were pointless. Only the strong should survive and those too weak to do so didn't deserve any kind of sympathy.

Had she been in better condition, she would have realized right away why she was suddenly having different opinions. It was because of a shift in rulers, from Charles's strict Darwin-esque approach to life to Lelouch's... whatever mandate he was trying to proclaim.

With a sigh, she obediently transffered her weight from Lelouch over to the tree, leaning against it a touch too quickly and resulting in a pained wince. As he relayed instructions to her, she simply nodded.

"Yes, your majesty." She mumbled, the habitual phrase slipping out of her lips.