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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.”
She sighs, and shrugs, and looks away. “It’s not much of a cause. A strange girl and a funny feeling.”
“Still something important none-the-less.”
“Important to you, maybe, not to anyone else, ever.” Summer sneaks her hand into his, needing the comfort.