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[pendraeg]

Who: The King and the ward.
What: Okay, that dream did come true. That's...not good.
When: After Arthur's accident and going to see him in the hospital and after Uther meets Endora (backdated).
Where: The Castle.
Rating: T for it's time they talked about it.
Status: Private and complete.

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[notjusta_ward]

Morgana was within calling distance, keeping her eyes and ears wide open but not being seen. It was something left over from when she was a child, listening in on conversations she shouldn't be and hiding until found.

It was a useful habit.

"My Lord," she replied in due time as she entered the room.

[pendraeg]

He watched her steadily, trying to appraise her thoughts. But she was inscrutable, as ever. She seemed more well, though, and Uther found this a heartening sign.

"We must speak about this, Morgana," he said at last, when she was before him.

[notjusta_ward]

"About what is there to speak, Uther? The physicians say that he shall make a full recovery. There is nothing more to say," she replied, half worried about what he would make of this and half anxious just to get it over with. She walked a step closer to him, raising her eyebrows as if daring him to challenge her.

[pendraeg]

He was close enough now to touch her, but Uther could not, not now. He stood by the fire with his hand on his hilt, a little lost, trying to conceal it.

"You were right," he said at last, not sure himself what he made of that.