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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
Summer gets up and wanders to the window. “Do you think,” she says, not looking at him at all, “you could get leave to escort me home?”
The knight twirls the grape around in his fingers, glancing up at her. “I can, but- I thought you said you didn’t want to go home.”
“I — I don’t. But I think maybe I should. I have this feeling … I can’t shake it. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”