“I don’t need a protector,” Summer protested. She trailed along after him, reaching out to the flames of the torches and candles as they passed. “I am capable of protecting myself.”
“I didn’t say you were unable of doing so,” Mordred answered, almost a little too quickly. And he gave a small shrug, “If you would like me to leave you alone, you only have to ask,” he informed her, offering a small smile.
She mused, “Why do I have this feeling you wouldn’t actually listen, only appear to?” Setting a hand to the door, she turned to Mordred. “I would go with you when you track down the bandits. Will you send for me when you leave?”