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[sirbeaumains]

Gareth is sitting just outside the Orkneys' cottage, trying to get the most out of the last of the day's-- and likely season's-- sunlight. He can speak English again, fortunately. Not being able to speak to anyone but his brothers was getting tiresome.

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[le_desirous]

Can have a frustrated Sagramore? Who is totally not coming by to not-see Mordred, totally. He nods to Gareth and smiles a little for him. "Hello."

[sirbeaumains]

He looks up and offers a smile in return. "Hi."

[le_desirous]

"You're better than before?"

[sirbeaumains]

He blushes and nods.

[le_desirous]

"Good. I'm glad." He stands for a moment, and then drops down beside Gareth.

[sirbeaumains]

"How're you?" he asks.

[le_desirous]

"I've been better," shortly, and then, more moderately for Gareth's sake, "Well enough."

[sirbeaumains]

He nods. "That's good. Are looking for somebody?"

[le_desirous]

"Not particularly."

[sirbeaumains]

"Oh. Just wondering."

[le_desirous]

"Of course."

[sirbeaumains]

He nods. He isn't sure what to say now, not being as friendly with Sagramore as-- ahem-- some of his brothers.

[le_desirous]

"Your brothers, are they well?"

[sirbeaumains]

"Yes, they are," he says. "And Clar, too."

[le_desirous]

"I'm pleased to hear it. And their respective spouses?" with something like wryness.

[sirbeaumains]

A little smile. "Them, too."