“Wha-oh.” Surprisingly, she coloured, looking up at him. “I thought — well, I suppose I rather thought you would simply go and report and I would look after myself. Truly, you’ve done more than enough, Sir Knight.” Stepping toward him, she seized his hand and kissed it.
Mordred raised an eyebrow, honestly a little surprised at the suddenness of this approach. Even so, he gave a gentle nod and refused to act bothered by it. “You are in need, I am obliged to assist you with that. It’s my pleasure,” he answered after a moment.
“Would you like to wait here while I speak to him, or would you like to come with me?”
“Truthfully, I had really rather stay here,” she brushed at her skirts again, “but there will be information that only I can give.” Summer sighed. “And I shan’t look any better any other time, really; this is all I’ve got.” Making a face, she squared her shoulders and stepped up beside him. “I’ll go with you.”