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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.”
Edward’s brows flicker, up and then down, clearly confused. “Summer, introduce me to your friend.” He lays an unfriendly emphasis on ‘friend’, and his eyes narrow at the way Summer puts her hand over Mordred’s and holds on.
“I knew,” she murmurs to Mordred, voice pitched higher with incipient tears. “Last night. I knew. From so far. Why did I know?”
The knight ignored him, placing an arm around her carefully. “I can’t answer that, but you can’t worry about that either,” he tells her gently, “your sister needs you.” Mordred turns his attention to Edward, “Sir Mordred, knight of Camelot.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry, mae’n ddrwg gen i,” Summer stammers, turning from Mordred to Edward and back.
Edward eyes Mordred coolly, and makes an abortive motion to part them, before executing a short bow from the saddle. “Sir Edward, the Phoenix Knight of Dobria. Well met.” He’s clearly not impressed by Mordred, or his credentials.
“Summer. Dewch, yn awr. Byddwn yn mynd adref. Bydd eich chwaer yn synnu’n fawr o weld chi.” He nods his head to Mordred. “Thank you for guarding her thus far. I shall have her home.”