“I — oh — what? I’m just, uh, I — ” Summer blushed and looked down. “I was leaving something for one of the knights. Sir Mordred?”
“The blushing sort of gave it away,” he teased, oblivious to Summer’s thoughts. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Unless you want me to, but something tells me that you don’t.” Now that the threat of, well, threat was gone, Kay relaxed into his usual attitude.
She covered her face with her hands, feeling the colour climb up into her face again. “It’s not exactly a /secret/,” she mumbled, “but I truly don’t want him to get into trouble. I just … ” Summer peeked through her fingers. “I just want to do things that make him happy.”
Kay nodded and smiled. “That’s understandable, but don’t forget to keep yourself out of trouble as well. Some of the others might have been more than happy to arrest you for suspicious behavior.”
“But then I would tell the truth, and the evidence would back me up,” she pointed out. “Are the dungeons so very bad, that I should fear to spend a night in them while I am innocent?”