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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.”
“The other way takes too long, and I’m tired. Can you get me something to put this on?” The bird is sizzling and the juices are dripping to the forest floor, andd she lets the fire fade away. It makes the night seem a lot colder, suddenly.
He nods, tearing a piece of material from his clothing, handing it to her. “Place it on that,” he tells her, sitting down beside her.
It’s a silly use of fabric, but again she doesn’t bother to argue with him, just cuts off a chunk with her dagger and passes it over. She eats in silence, neatly, and drops the bones in the fire when she’s done. Then she untangles one of the blankets from her shoulders and drapes it over Mordred, cuddling into his side. “I don’t know what we’ll find tomorrow,” she says softly.