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”No, Summer I need to go to training.”
“Maybe if you train you will pass out. Or throw up. Or take a blow to the head you otherwise would have blocked. You would not let /me/, if our places were changed.” Finding a pitcher of water, she dips a spare shirt in it and wrings it out. “One day, until Gaius has seen you, will not hurt you.” She places the damp cloth on his forehead.
Mordred hums, closing his eyes for a moment. “Fine, you’re right, I just don’t like being sick.”
“Of course I’m right. I’m always right.” She speaks matter-of-factly, with a smile. “Is there aught you can do today that is not training?”