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[star_in_night]

Elaine is heading back toward Percy's cabin with a load of clean dry clothes and a few oddments, like salt, that the farm doesn't provide. It is, as always, perfectly possible to bother her.

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[sonofpellinore]

Lamorak is still more or less hanging about. Not, of course, because he's avoiding anyone. Just because he wishes to. Of course. But he smiles as he sees her approaching. "Greetings, fair lady," he says with a small bow.

[star_in_night]

She dips her head, burdened as she is. "Good afternoon, sir."

[sonofpellinore]

"May I help you carry your load?"

[star_in_night]

"It's no trouble, sir, thank you."

[fingersofleaf]

Percy is still extremely broody and snarky, due to his run-in and change-about with Mordred; he's sitting on the front steps in the cold wind peeling potatoes with a rough hand.

[star_in_night]

She comes up cheerfully enough, for Elaine, with her hair blowing about in wisps. "I found the pins," she says.

[fingersofleaf]

"Mm. Thanks."

[star_in_night]

She hesitates a moment. "Shall I leave them inside?"