Back.

[illgotten]

He walks in as though he's just come up from the cottage, instead of back from the dead. He looks just as always, except that the recent marks of stress have evaporated (two weeks' rest, however unexpected, have done him good) and that he now, like his brothers and his friend, has a sword belted on. "All right," he says crossly to no one in

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[cywyllog]

"I would prefer you waited at least a few months before pulling another stunt like that," a soft voice answers.

[illgotten]

Little smile. "I'll do my best."

[cywyllog]

"Much appreciated," she nods slightly.

Then she adds, softer, "Your son would do well to see you. I fear he feels he has failed you." The 'again' lingers in the air.

[illgotten]

He winces. "That's ridiculous. --I'll go find him."

[cywyllog]

"Yes, it is, but his loyalty is deeply ingrained." It's said despite the fact she knows Mordred knows this already.

[illgotten]

"I'll talk to him. Not as if anyone warned him about handguns." He offers a hug, tentatively.

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog doesn't run. Princesses simply do not run to their estranged husbands even when they are newly returned from being dead.

That said, the distance is closed rather rapidly and she holds him tightly.

[illgotten]

He holds back, steady. "Good to see you."

[cywyllog]

"Please do not do that again," she whispers against his shoulder.

[illgotten]

Mordred strokes her hair, cautiously. "Believe me, lady, it's not in the plan."