She sighed. “I don’t think there is a best. There is do the best you can.” Reaching out, she ran a thumb down his cheek. “Will you let me try to be a true wife to you, for this little time? I promise I will let you alone afterward.”
Mordred smiled, resting his head against her hand for a moment. “There is no harm in trying.”
Summer curled her fingers against his face, then stepped in closer, putting her arms around his shoulders and leaning her head on his hair. “Stay with me for tonight?”