Summer shakes against him for a long minute, fighting down the fear she can’t control. It’s an effort of sheer will to step away, sinking low in a curtsey. “My deepest apologies, Sir Knight. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll just — I’ll just take a walk, to clear my head.”
Mordred nodded once more, taking a step away, “Be careful, then. Even the city can be dangerous at night, my lady,” he announced. He knew that, Mordred had often seen a problem or two occurring on the streets surrounding the castle — his room overlooked the courtyard, you could see a lot from there.
A gentle smile crossing the druid’s lips in a way of comfort before he moved to depart from the area.
“I shan’t leave the castle, my lord,” she assures him. She wanders through the halls, starting at small sounds and feeling the fear burn through her veins. Come sunrise, she’s sitting on the bed, staring at her clasped hands, face dry but set.