Summer nodded, laying one vambrace back down. “He is not you — I’ve seen you fight. Edward doesn’t have your talent. And, too, he will underestimate /me/.” She glanced down, lips pressing together. “He always has, even when we were younger and he was teaching me to fight. But I will be careful.” Tweaking the sleeve of her undershirt down, she struggled to do up the vambrace buckles with one hand.
Mordred took the vambrace from her, doing it up swiftly. “Yes, and I am not him — I do not know him, I can only assume that I do,” he tells her.
“Thank you, cariad,” she said, a bit absently. She flexed her fingers again and offered him the other arm. “Do the other one, please?” Now that the moment was almost on her, she felt a little shaky. “I hope I don’t lose my temper,” she murmured.