Summer blinked, and a tear splashed on the tabletop. “Mordred … ” She managed a wavering smile, and started to work on the buckles to the vambraces. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Mordred shrugs, stepping forward to help her. “Have a normal life?” He suggests.
She spluttered into laughter. “Did you pay attention to my family at all? Normal? Without you, I should have been trapped here, at the mercy of whomever Edward decided to pawn me off on — likely some old man with no teeth and wandering hands.”