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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.”
“Are you always this intelligent in the morning? Of course I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” She wants to spend all the time she can with him. Perching on the edge of the bed, she offers him the tray.
Mordred’s brow knit together in a frown. “I shall forget you said as such,” he says, shifting over to allow her onto the bed as he rubs his face with his hand. “You have to have some too.”
“Oh, I will.” Summer picks up an egg, eyeing it and then him before offering it to him. “But I am not the one who spends her days swinging round a sword.”