“Hmmm.” Elisabeth flicked a glance at her husband. Laurence leaned forward, meeting Mordred’s eyes. “Do you think we need to worry? Ismere is the far side of Camelot from here — Odin is far closer. If they’ve joined forces, it’s cause for concern.”
Elisabeth’s hand closed slowly on the knife by her dish. Laurence laid a hand on her shoulder. “You are right. This is not talk for now. But I would be glad to hear your advice later, Mordred.”
He nodded in understanding, “I would be glad to let you know what is going on, we have all the time in the world,” he tells him with another small smile, taking up his knife and fork.
Giving a relieved sigh, Summer finally attended to her own dinner, shifting just enough to press her leg to Mordred’s.