While out on a walk, Cywyllog managed to find her way to the Mansion all by herself. She'd heard about the explosion, of course, so seeing it back in once piece as if nothing happened is rather curious
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"I haven't got anything in the garden now. I mean--first frost's come, so nothing's growing now. If I get my greenhouse built, and my cold frame, I'll have carrots and lettuce and stuff, but I haven't got an sheet glass, so I can't start that yet. It's good to have something to keep me busy.
"Is that okay?" anxiously. "I mean--I'm scared of Clar, so--"
"Well," she takes a deep breath, "she scares me a little too, to be honest, and I do not think she is terribly happy about having to share the attic with me, but so far it seems to be going all right."
"Yeah, I know. If she turns you into a hedgehog, though, Gawain or Mordred will make her turn you back." He cracks a grin--it was meant to be a joke. "I bet you'll do okay, though. You don't seem like you could upset anybody."
Thoughtfully, "Mordred's sad, and he don't even remember as much as I do." A pause, and a laugh. "Oh! Yeah. She turns people into hedgehogs sometimes."
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"Hello, Peredur. I am... adjusting. I expect it will take some time. I trust you have been well?"
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Her smile falters some. "I did. I am staying with Mordred, Gawain and Clarissant."
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"Is that okay?" anxiously. "I mean--I'm scared of Clar, so--"
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And then she blinks, eyes wide. "...a hedgehog?"
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"I see. He did not mention that."
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