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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“Oh, never. Neither you nor anyone else, except to cut me down with it later.” The words are bitter. “Did he say anything else, or just that he expects me to marry to advantage?”
Mordred looked down to his feet, not bothering to look up at her when he spoke. “Just that I am to leave with the sun,” he tells her with a shrug “I’ve done my job apparently.”
She sinks back into the couch, unaccountably hurt by the way he says it. “Well, I suppose if you /wish/ to … I had hoped you would stay a few days, at least, until I’m sure of Winter’s health, and we might ride back together.”