Guinevere is no stranger of her generosity. She knows that in a different world she'd be treated less like a servant and more like an equal if it were up to Morgana, but things were strict under the rule of Uther and appearances and roles are important to maintain. She'd never hold it against Morgana, especially not when she knows her so well... understanding this made it easier for her to accept Arthur's dismissing their shared moment back in her home.

But that is a thought on which she does not wish to dwell.

A smile creeps across her face as she enters the modest room. It is more than enough room for her, but more importantly it was filled to with the same luxuries all the other guest quarters were adorned in.

"This room is already more than enough. I am sure I haven't any need for more than what I had back home, and that could fit in a wing of the palace three times, no doubt." Eyes tracing the furniture that filled it, she wanders further into the room. "So...you have servants to tend to you?"

Her question is said a bit absently as she stands admiring the linens upon the bed, but the answer she receives is more important to her than she lets on. Away from Camelot and taking refuge in the castle or not, Guinevere is what she is. She is neither ashamed of it nor wishes to leave it for idle life and the comforts of Taxon, especially when there is hope of returning to the Camelot she was taken from. In that reality she will always simply be Guinevere, or so she believes.