Glancing around the entrance hall at all the flags, the shields and decorations, she nodded. “Shall I just wait here then?” She ran her hands sheepishly down her skirts. “I don’t really make much of a show, as a lady, do I? Trudging through the forest for a day or so will do that to you.”
Mordred slowed to a stop and turned to look at her, “You do have an excuse to look like that,” he pointed out, gesturing to her damaged clothes. “Besides, I will be escorting you, so it makes no difference. Nobody will question you.”
“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.