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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.”
“My point precisely. What’s to do today?” She tosses a grape at him.
”Patrolling, training, the usual.”
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?”