[ While Mordred is retching, Gray awakens with nothing but an abrupt opening of her eyes and sweat beading her forehead. The scene that played out in her sleep wasn't a dream so much as a memory; she knows it not as someone who could now be called a Master, but as someone who's already been called a Sibyl. The remnant memories of the dead have plagued her sleeping hours all her life.
But it's rare indeed that the memories feature someone she knows in the present, and in the few times it's happened before, the spirits have been in close proximity. Not so this time with Mordred; Gray can feel that the knight is far away with a clarity that's still new to her. The magical bond that connects them as Master and Servant is astounding. She would have liked something like it to keep track of her old mentor in London.
In any case, she's unable to go back to sleep so she starts her morning early. She wonders if she should discuss what she saw with Mordred or if that would only deepen the invasion of privacy... but in the end, Mordred herself forces the issue by forcing her way into Gray's house.
Gray looks up from where she's quietly sat in the living room, brushing out a fluffy gray cat. Even though there's no one else around, she is still vigilantly hooded. Gray stares at Mordred, processing what she's said. And then it clicks. Maybe Mordred saw a memory too...? ]
What did you see?
[ She doesn't get up, but there's plenty of room on the couch she's on and the adjacent one. Gray figures Mordred will sit if she wants to, regardless of an invitation or lack thereof. Gray should probably be more reactive about Mordred barging in, but it is something she expects more than ever now. ]
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But it's rare indeed that the memories feature someone she knows in the present, and in the few times it's happened before, the spirits have been in close proximity. Not so this time with Mordred; Gray can feel that the knight is far away with a clarity that's still new to her. The magical bond that connects them as Master and Servant is astounding. She would have liked something like it to keep track of her old mentor in London.
In any case, she's unable to go back to sleep so she starts her morning early. She wonders if she should discuss what she saw with Mordred or if that would only deepen the invasion of privacy... but in the end, Mordred herself forces the issue by forcing her way into Gray's house.
Gray looks up from where she's quietly sat in the living room, brushing out a fluffy gray cat. Even though there's no one else around, she is still vigilantly hooded. Gray stares at Mordred, processing what she's said. And then it clicks. Maybe Mordred saw a memory too...? ]
What did you see?
[ She doesn't get up, but there's plenty of room on the couch she's on and the adjacent one. Gray figures Mordred will sit if she wants to, regardless of an invitation or lack thereof. Gray should probably be more reactive about Mordred barging in, but it is something she expects more than ever now. ]