Merlin shoves his spell book under his pillow in a panic and relaxes as he sees Summer in the doorway. He nods and gestures for her to come in. Are you alright? You seem a bit… off.
“I — I don’t know, actually. I … I think I need some advice. Or maybe just someone to tell me I’m an idiot.”
He smiles softly and, he hopes, encouragingly, Well, I’ll see what I can do. He tucks his legs up so to sit cross-legged on his bed and leave some room for Summer to sit down.
She plops down on the end of the bed and puts her face in her hands. “Remember a while ago … I — you were telling me someone would come along who would see me and …” She trails off.
“Do you know a knight named Mordred?”
He raises an eyebrow, unsure of what she’s getting at based on the small bit she says. The Mordred I know is a young boy still, but I know that he’s a knight in some other worlds. Why, did something happen with him?
She blinks at him, puzzled. “Other w — ?” Then she shakes her head, dismissing it. Looking down at her hands, she swallows hard, and says, “I’m — I think I’m in love with him.”