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[illgotten]

It's back to T-shirts in the hot weather, and Mordred makes his way out to Melehan's and Luneta's play fort house, with only a slight grimness to his determination.

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[luneta_lioness]

Luneta is outside, with her dress hiked up so she can stand on the ladder and hammer in nails.

Typist: I think they have a ladder.

[illgotten]

"Hey," waving up at her.

[luneta_lioness]

"Uncle Mordred!" She comes down.

[illgotten]

He sets down the basket he's brought, and offers an arm. "How are you doing?"

[luneta_lioness]

She takes his arm. "I'm alright. How are you?"

[sonofmordred]

Melehan appears from within, spattered in paint. "Father," he says with a nod, eyes dark and gaze passing from Luneta to Mordred.

[illgotten]

"--There you are," with tolerable composure.

[luneta_lioness]

Luneta smiles. "Were you looking for him?"

[illgotten]

"Oh, moderately." He lets her go, straightening unconsciously.

[luneta_lioness]

"Is everything alright?"

[sonofmordred]

Melehan waits, silently, for the answer.

[illgotten]

"Fine. Aside from your uncle Gareth thinking he can walk with a hole in his gut."

[luneta_lioness]

"He said you and aunt Clar were upset with him. Is he feeling better?"

[illgotten]

"He won't be for long unless he stays flat long enough to heal." He glances from her to Melehan, as if for support.

[luneta_lioness]

"He was being good when I saw him."

[sonofmordred]

Melehan's jaw has clenched; it is a worrying look, to anyone who knows him well. Certainly to anyone who saw him once his father died.

"What has befallen my uncle?" Short, tense.