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[blank_as_death]

Out in the gardens a young man is sitting under a fir tree. He is tall, and dark haired, and handsome in a vaguely threatening sort of way

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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene is coming back from a walk, reading as she wound her way through the gardens. She is not horribly startled to find a man sitting under a tree, but is a little at his condition.

"Um...are you all right?"

[blank_as_death]

Modred looks up at her, somewhat glassily.

"... .... ...Will be," he manages, after a moment. It's probably not especially clear - run ins with methane breathers wreck havoc with the voice.

[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene raises both eyebrows, clearly not believing him. "Well. You're doing a very good imitation of 'not all right' then. Do you need anything?"

[blank_as_death]

"..."

Oh, please, not more talking right now - "Rest."

[fingersofleaf]

Percy crouches down by him and touches his shoulder gently. "Hey," soft.

[blank_as_death]

Modred looks up and oh - Percy. Percy is good. He nods.

[fingersofleaf]

He nods back, smile a little bit, good smile. "You wanna come on back to the house?"

[blank_as_death]

Ah, the hermitage must be coming along, then. Another nod.