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[blank_as_death]

Out in the gardens a young man is sitting under a fir tree. He is tall, and dark haired, and handsome in a vaguely threatening sort of way

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[fingersofleaf]

Percy crouches down by him and touches his shoulder gently. "Hey," soft.

[blank_as_death]

Modred looks up and oh - Percy. Percy is good. He nods.

[fingersofleaf]

He nods back, smile a little bit, good smile. "You wanna come on back to the house?"

[blank_as_death]

Ah, the hermitage must be coming along, then. Another nod.

[fingersofleaf]

"Okay. Hold on ta me, got it?" He slips his arm around Modred's waist.

[blank_as_death]

Another nod, and the solid obedience of someone used to entrusting his crewmate with his life.

(Also, helping as much as possible. Which is not much.)

[fingersofleaf]

Well, Percy's strong, so much working at farming and building. He takes most of the weight and brings Modred back to his house, it isn't too far away, maybe ten minutes. The omnipresent vegetable soup is making it smell warm and seasoned inside, and he eases Modred into a chair. "There." Smile.

[blank_as_death]

It's the principle of thing.

Modred smiles a tiny quirk of a smile back, and relaxes himself as much as he can.

[fingersofleaf]

"Want somethin' to eat?"

[blank_as_death]

He shakes his head. He doesn't feel well enough.

[fingersofleaf]

Percy nods sympathetically and starts clearing shingles off the table.

[star_in_night]

Which is about when there's a light knock at the door.

[blank_as_death]

Modred glances towards it.

[fingersofleaf]

"Come in!" he calls out. "I get people over lots," he says helpfully to Modred.

[blank_as_death]

Modred blinks deliberately - yes, I understand.

[star_in_night]

As Elaine nudges the door open, steadying a mesh sack half-full of laundry, Percy's, Haynes', Lucan's. Her hair flies in wisps about her face. "Hello," she says, out of breath. "It's--" and then her glance catches Modred and she lets the bag down with a thump.