She sat back down right beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hooking her chin over one and hiding her face in his curly dark hair. “Of course. Please don’t feel stupid, Sir Mordred.”
Mordred smiled, lacing his arms carefully around her waist. “Please, just call me Mordred, there is no need for the sir bit.”
She laughed a little. “I won’t break, Mordred. You can hold me harder than that.”