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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.”
She clings to the sense of him, breathing hard. The sense of being overwhelmed receeds, but the pain is still so strong it brings tears to her eyes. It’s centred low in her body, and she half-expects to see blood when she lifts her hands. But there’s nothing, and her own feaar intensifies.
Oddly, that helps, providing a buffer. There’s still someone else’s pain, but she’s able to push it away, to truly be aware that it’s not hers. She curls over on her side, dragging in slow, ragged breaths.
He breathes a sigh of relief, clinging to her as he watched the pain drain from her face as she curls onto her side and he rests his forehead against her shoulder, his hands shaking. “D-Don’t you e-ever do that again,” he whispers, lifting his head up, “you scared me.”
“It wasn’t my idea,” Summer says shakily. She claims one of his hands, pressing her face to it. “That — that hasn’t happened in a long time. When I was younger, when my magic first appeared, I would have seizures if I encountered a very strong emotion in someone else,” she explains. “But — there’s no one but you and me here.”