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”You left that part out.”
She lets go, steps back, and starts to fidget. Not looking him in the eyes and suddenly frightened of his reaction, she mutters, “I didn’t know how. Talking about our,” she flourishes a hand, “it hurts you. I tried to, I said, I told you that you couldn’t lie to me, but we got sidetracked.” She sneaks a glance at his face.
Mordred nods. “That we did,” he agrees, “but I am not upset or anything, believe me, I could never deal with something like that, telepathy is enough for me.”
“Y-you’re not angry? That I didn’t tell you?” The fear comes out in her voice, rendering it small and high and dumbfounded. True, very few people have ever known the truth of her magic, but almost everyone who had become aware of how easily she read people, regardless of what they considered the source, found it to be offensive, as if she was revealing things they didn’t want known.