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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 sinks back into the couch, unaccountably hurt by the way he says it. “Well, I suppose if you /wish/ to … I had hoped you would stay a few days, at least, until I’m sure of Winter’s health, and we might ride back together.”
This time the knight raises his gaze to meet hers. “He meant alone,” he tells her, casting a glance to Winter. “He wants you to stay here; knights of Camelot, especially me, mean nothing to him,” he mutters, “and forgive me for saying as such but don’t believe may do.”
With a slight struggle, Winter rises to her feet. “I am tired,” she announces. “No, I can very well make my own way to bed, I shall leave you two /alone/ here.”
Her twin stares after the dark-haired departing form for a second, then seems to shrink in on herself. “Do you wish me to stay here?” she asks in a small voice. “Whatever Edward may think, you are a fine and worthy knight.” More words tumble out. “He’s no right to send you away, not like this. I need you here with me.” Her voice goes even smaller as she asks again, “Do you wish me to stay here?”