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[hislefthandman]

He's been staying with Percy while he decides what t do with himself, and he's been trying to work up the gumption to go talk to his brother. He hasn't talked to Bedivere since he left, not that they talked much before then except to yell at each other about the one's drinking habits or the other's failure at being a proper knight. Now he's

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[russet_goddess]

Zara looks up sharply. She's doing nothing to hide the risen bruise across her face; she sets down her sewing and watches him without speaking.

[hislefthandman]

He stops and stares, mouth slightly agape, then finally manages to swallow nervously. "Love of everything, what did he do?"

[russet_goddess]

Eyeroll. "Wa'n't him, was it?"

[hislefthandman]

He has a brief moment of relief, then continues in and opens up the cupboard to survey the contents. "If it wasn't him, you better hope he doesn't find out who it was. Well, maybe you do. I can't say. Any idea where he is, by the way?"