It felt strange, sleeping apart from him. Truth, it felt strange sleeping alone at all. Before she went to Camelot, Winter had been just married, and Summer hadn’t yet gotten used to sleeping without her, and now she was cold and lonely-feeling without Mordred. She didn’t sleep well, and got up very early to lean on one of the battlements and watch the sun rise.
After a while, she went down to the armory to assemble her gear. No chain, but hardened leather shaped to her body; a sword some hands shorter than most, but more suited to her height and weight; no shield, just steel vambraces the length of her forearm. Edward would have only a shield, and his armor.
Going back up, but to Mordred’s room instead, she tapped on the door and slipped in. “Will you help me brush my hair?”
Mordred’s attention snapped up from his armour to the door, a smile finding his lips as he set down his vambrace. “Of course, I would love to.”
“Why are you awake so early?” she asked, offering him the hairbrush. “You can’t be worried.” She picked up the vambrace he’d set down, turning it over in her hands, putting her wrist through it. “Yours is much bigger than mine,” she mused.