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[illgotten]

It's back to T-shirts in the hot weather, and Mordred makes his way out to Melehan's and Luneta's play fort house, with only a slight grimness to his determination.

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[luneta_lioness]

Luneta is outside, with her dress hiked up so she can stand on the ladder and hammer in nails.

Typist: I think they have a ladder.

[illgotten]

Mordred's expression alters, from exasperation into something more sober. "Stabbed," he says, as briefly. "Clar's patched him."

[sonofmordred]

Suddenly the dagger from Morgause is heavy in his boot.

"Stabbed," he repeats, his voice cold. "Has he yet been revenged?"

[illgotten]

"Gawain has it in hand." The ultimate answer, as far as he's concerned.

[sonofmordred]

A nod, reluctant and slow. It would be incorrect to call Melehan hot-headed, but not to call him loyal. "It is his right," he acknowledges. An elder brother, when ones lacks a son.

[illgotten]

Mordred touches his arm briefly, approval and reassurance, even as he glances back to Luneta. "Some of that's from our garden," he says of the basket. "Some is Percy's. In the unlikely case that he hasn't been by already."

[luneta_lioness]

Luneta smiles finally. "Father said everything would be all right. Thank you for coming by."

[illgotten]

"No trouble. I've been meaning to come anyway."

[luneta_lioness]

"It's still nice of you. How is everything apart from Uncle Gareth?"

[illgotten]

"Quiet, mostly. What about you two?" this last a trifle awkwardly.

[sonofmordred]

"We are well."

[luneta_lioness]

"We are." She smiles between them. "We've mostly been finishing the house."

[illgotten]

"That's good. Looking very respectable these days."

[luneta_lioness]

"Oh, yes, I know. Thank you."