{attn: Gaheris}

[morvydd]

Morvydd is in her long linen nightgown, brushing out her hair by the wide mirror in her front room. The fire is low; she's about to go to bed.

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[littlebetter]

Gaheris doesn't so much knock on the door as slump against it, breathless with astonishment and fear. After a panting moment he manages to fumble with the handle, making more than enough noise to alert her to his presence.

The experience with Morgause has either sobered him or made the alcohol go to his head; either way, his clumsiness is back.

[morvydd]

"Who is't?" She puts down the brush and goes to the door. "--Gaheris?"

[littlebetter]

"Morvydd--" almost panicked, rushing his Latin so much it's hard to understand. "Morvydd, I defied her, I swore at her, I told her I meant nothing to her, I--"

[morvydd]

"Hush, hush, coz, come in." Morvydd gets an arm around him and draws him inside, shutting the door.