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[morvydd]

When Mordred and Percy have gone, Morvydd gets up shakily and finds her way to the bathroom to wash off the blood and related filth; trades her ruined clothes into the plothole for a clean robe; and then sits down abruptly on the floor.

The cut on her palm still bleeds, but it's shallow. Nevertheless, she's terribly pale.

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[illgotten]

Presently Mordred comes down the stairs, looking cleaner and very tired. He pauses a moment, then crosses to her quietly. "Cousin."

[morvydd]

She lifts her head with an effort. "Ay."

[illgotten]

"He's in his bed. Percy's with him."

[morvydd]

A deep breath. "Good."

[thesunbird]

Telemakos comes across her there, and crouches down on the floor by her, reaching his one arm out to touch her. "Woyzaro?"

[morvydd]

"Who's there?" rousing a little.

[thesunbird]

"Telemakos Meder. You helped me when I had a bad dream."

[morvydd]

She blinks stupidly for a moment. "Ay. Ay, I remember." And sits up a little, with an effort. "Art well?"

[sirbeaumains]

"Cousin? Are you alright?"

[morvydd]

"Ay." Very small.

[sirbeaumains]

He kneels down next to her. "You're lying."

[morvydd]

"I will be."