“You keep so many secrets,” she muses. “Sometimes I struggle to keep the one. It’s strange to be in a place where I have to guard a secret at all.” Cuddling closer to his warmth, she says sleepily, “I am glad you escaped.”
”They’re necessary,” he tells her, pulling the blankets up around them. “I don’t mean to hurt you but I don’t tell you things because I want to protect you,” Mordred mutters, kissing the top of her head.
“We’re going to,” she pauses to yawn, “argue about that later. Rwy’n dy garu di, cariad.” Summer tips her face up to catch his mouth.