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“No, I’m not actually.”
“Is that not what I said? It doesn’t matter at all.” She kisses his hands, then puts them around her waist. “Stop fretting, Mordred.”
Mordred gives her a smile, resting his head on her shoulder. “I worry about everything.”
“You needn’t worry about me,” she whispers, kissing his hair.