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[maidenofcamelot]

{Doing work, limping all the way}

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[notthefutureyet]

[walks past her. stops. turns around and grabs her arm] Guinevere?

[maidenofcamelot]

{smiles a little up at him} Arthur.

[notthefutureyet]

You're injured. [This confuses him more than he can say.]

[maidenofcamelot]

Oh nothing, a silly accident.