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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.”
“It’s getting stronger,” she says. She undoes the straps he’d abandoned, finding what she needs to put together a quick stew. “I shouldn’t be able to do this.” The firelight flickers off her face, making the worried expression stand out sharper. “My magic — I’m not that strong. I shouldn’t be able to sense her from this far.”
Summer glances up at Mordred. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
”Your powers are either developing,” he tells her before he chews his lip, “or something is happening but I am not an expert, magic is a strange thing and often at times, many things happen for different reasons.”
She buries her face in her hands. “Because that’s exactly what I need when I’m in /Camelot/, my magic doing something I don’t understand and can’t control.”