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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 can’t actually move, she finds, when her thoughts swim to the surface of consciousness again. Mordred’s arm is tight about her waist, clutching her close. A soft smile curves her mouth, and she puts her hand over his and snuggles back, before slowly twisting herself in his arms so she can see his face.
He looks infinitely younger sleeping, the constant worry smoothed away from his brow. She cups his face in her hands, then breathes, “Mordred. Wake.”
He hums, half tempted to bat her hands away from his face but instead opened his eyes. For a moment he blinks before rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” he asks, rolling over slightly to look at the sky, answering his own question. ”We better get going.”
“Yes,” Summer sighs. She takes the time to give him a quick kiss before untangling herself, tucking stray strands back into her braid and smoothing it flat again.