Laurence shook his head, chewing at his lip, and screwed his face up into a worried frown. “You shouldn’t stay.” He turned to look at his sister too, and then he squared his small shoulders. “You can protect her. Take her with you.” He nodded very seriously. “You should go before he comes back.”
Sir Isaac’s eyes widened and he tilted his head to the side, a variety of expressions playing about his features. “But then you’ll all be alone,” he stated softly, not wanting to make that decision without Summer’s input. “I couldn’t do that, Laurence.”
Laurence’s face crumpled, and he began to cry. “You said you were a real knight! You said you protected people. Why won’t you protect my sister?!”
His wails brought Summer around, and she put a hand to her head, making a quiet sound of pain. “Laurence,” she whispered, and struggled to sit up.