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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.”
“Oh, I will.” Summer picks up an egg, eyeing it and then him before offering it to him. “But I am not the one who spends her days swinging round a sword.”
Mordred shakes his head, opting for a grape instead of an egg. “What has me and a sword got to do with this conversation?”
“Making sure you eat.” Summer grins and bites down on the egg. “Being a knight is such hard work. I have to take care of you. After all, I can hardly count on you to do it yourself.”