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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.”
“You said you wouldn’t leave me,” she mutters, but it’s halfhearted at best. Probably they should have hunted on the road, but she’d felt hurried, and so they had not, and now obviously it was too late. “Be careful.”
“It’s either I leave to hunt or we starve,” he tells her, pulling out a set of quivers and an arrow from another satchel, handing his sword to her. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
They wouldn’t starve; there is cheese and bread and apples, but she doesn’t bother to argue. It’s not worth it, so she just tucks the sword by her side, nods, and repeats, “Be careful.”