Open... (and also attn. Morgause)

[lionbright]

Morgause could maybe use a little help... the newest arrival has just fainted at her feet in one of the mansion's bathrooms.  The door is ajar and everyone's decent.

Full story is here.

[nothing like a complex plot line for newbie trial by fire.  what was I thinking.]

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[anna_morcades]

She did, at least, manage to keep him from cracking his head on the sink, and is now kneeling beside him in some perplexity.

[girdleforakiss]

"Mother?" Gawain calls from just down the hall, "Are you down here? I can leave the basket - "

He sets his hand on the door mostly by accident (any inherent nosiness around doors is unconscious), which, of course, makes it swing open. "Oh. I say."

[anna_morcades]

Halfway to her feet, she sinks back again. It is possible she's never been so glad to see him. "Good day to you."

[girdleforakiss]

"Good day, Mother," Gawain says, and sets the basket out of the way by the door before coming in.

He crouches down beside her, hands loose on his knees, and kisses her cheek respectfully. "Is it safe to move him?"

[anna_morcades]

"Ay. He is only spent." And no longer covered in blood, which is a plus.

[girdleforakiss]

"Right then!" And Gawain reaches out, gently but firmly maneuvering Lleu into his arms.

He stands up, carrying Lleu as if his weight is nothing, and smiles at his mother. "Where to?"

[lionbright]

Lleu is, for this moment anyway, out cold. He may as well have been knocked on the head; it's not sleep.

[yes, he's still alive, o ye of little faith! his typist is being required to play a game of Uno with small weasels.]

[anna_morcades]

"Across the hall, I think; there are couches there."

Morgause does not think this boy would appreciate her putting him actually to bed. Call it a hunch.

[it's merely courtesy! hello weasels. :D]

[girdleforakiss]

Gawain nods and makes his way across the hall. The doors require a bit of maneuvering - people never really design doors for people carrying other unconscious people in their arms - but he manages without jostling Lleu very much and bumping him into door frames not at all. "Clar sent you a basket," he tells Morgause over his shoulder, "I set it by the door. Whatever happened to this young gentlemen?"

[Yay, weasels!]

[anna_morcades]

"A long journey and not enough sleep, so he tells me." She holds the door for him, and pulls it to behind them.

[girdleforakiss]

Gawain picks a likely looking couch and swings Lleu neatly down onto it, lifting up his legs and settling them more securely once he's down. "Easily enough repaired," he says, and looks up to smile brilliantly at his mother. "That's good, then."

He carefully tilts Lleu's head up and settles him back more comfortably on a throw cushion. "Looks rather like us," he says softly, in a tone quiet enough to be easily disclaimed as being meant just for himself, and glances up at Morgause, quickly.

[lionbright]

The gentle touch to his head and the quiet voice give him far more of a jolt than getting through the door did, and he is instantly wide awake and fighting like a cornered fox.

"Back--back! Get the bloody hell away from me--"

[anna_morcades]

Even Morgause is startled. "--Peace, peace, sir--" dropping down beside him.

[girdleforakiss]

Gawain blinks and jerks upright, hands going up in a gesture of surrender. "As you say," he says, firm and even, taking a step back, "Here, I'm not holding you down, you see?"

[lionbright]

"Gwalchmei!"

He has managed to back himself up so that he's perched rather precariously on the arm of the sofa.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause sits back on her heels, looking from one to the other.