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[illgotten]

    Niko. It's become a litany, a charm to soothe himself to sleep of nights. Niko, come home to me, come home.     By now he no longer believes in it. There was no word of farewell, no word in the months since then. Niko is gone; has left him, as if after all it meant nothing. He should never have let himself be convinced otherwise

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[cywyllog]

It's only a few moments later when she gathers her shawl and follows him, quiet as always.

"Mordred?" Just loud enough so he knows she's there. "Are you all right?"

[illgotten]

He's leaning hard on the rail of the fence, stiff-armed; he straightens a bit at the sound of her voice, but doesn't relax. "Fine. I stalk out dramatically before breakfast all the time. Just ask Clar."

[cywyllog]

She regards him silently for a moment.

"Who is Niko?" Sometimes, there's just no point in beating around the bush.

[illgotten]

A pause. "Friend of mine."