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[littlebetter]

The conversation with Lamorak did not go well. Gaheris is sitting at the table in the kitchen, his head in his arms, muttering to himself in erratic Latin.

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[anna_morcades]

Eventually, having spent her fury in tears, Morgause has gotten dressed again, casually for Morgause, and come downstairs for refreshment, possibly of the alcoholic variety.

Instead she pauses in the doorway, surprised, and studies him for a moment before she says softly, "Gaheris?"

[anna_morcades]

A little, scoffing noise. "Mordred?"

[littlebetter]

"Aye, for my sake. And the damned fool didn't even know why. So I told him."

[anna_morcades]

"You are all very careful of my affairs," she says, dryly. And holds out the glass for him to fill.

[littlebetter]

He does, with the bourbon, rather than Lamorak's filthy Welsh whiskey from hell. "It's not all yours."

[anna_morcades]

Smart boy. "Is't not?"

[littlebetter]

"The affair? No. Not entirely. I had a hand in it, didn't I?" somewhat abrupt.

[anna_morcades]

She frowns, and sips her drink.

[littlebetter]

He places his hands flat down on the table, regarding them seriously, and with a certain quality of bitter contentiousness. "In my own way. Seeing as I ended it. I don't think you can claim it wholly."

[anna_morcades]

"'Twas not thine to end," sharply.

[littlebetter]

"No, it wasn't. But I did."

[anna_morcades]

"Proud of thyself?"

[littlebetter]

"No. Would that have pleased you?"

[anna_morcades]

Morgause seems actually to consider that, watching the light play on the glass. "Nay. Thou'rt not Agravain's sort of fool, thank God."

[littlebetter]

"A bit of luck for me." Glances at her. "What would have pleased you?"

[anna_morcades]

She laughs briefly, without much humor; the alcohol is hitting her a little hard, perhaps, worn out as she is. "Naught you could do."