“Wake up,” Summer murmurs in Mordred’s ear. She kisses his cheek. “I’ve brought you breakfast, fy nhariad.”

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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.”  

“I think — it was my sister. My twin. Something happened.” The empath pushes herself upright, sliding to lean against his chest. “I’m scared, Mordred. Don’t leave me alone.”

       ”I won’t leave, I promise.”

She holds to him for a little while longer, as the foreign pain dwindles. At last the fire burns low, and she lifts a finger to it, causing it to blaze up again. The action seems to return some life to her. “We should eat, and sleep.”