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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.”
“It wasn’t my idea,” Summer says shakily. She claims one of his hands, pressing her face to it. “That — that hasn’t happened in a long time. When I was younger, when my magic first appeared, I would have seizures if I encountered a very strong emotion in someone else,” she explains. “But — there’s no one but you and me here.”
The knight glanced around, falling silent, listening and a look of thought crossed his face. “Perhaps there is someone else,” he tells her “someone we can’t see.”
“I think — it was my sister. My twin. Something happened.” The empath pushes herself upright, sliding to lean against his chest. “I’m scared, Mordred. Don’t leave me alone.”