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?”