The spells she had been casting were powerful. More powerful than she should have been casting, really. Even two memory spells while the targets were asleep would have been draining. This was exhausting. Her knees threatened to buckle underneath her as she took Mordred's hand. She looked over at the woman on the ground and shook her head. "I do not think she will remember anything." When she was interrupted by the gunshot, Nimue was unable to finish the spell. Broken off the way it was, Nimue suspected the woman would be in a coma. If she awoke, she likely would not have any memories.
Teleportation was a bit more to her nature, though it had become more complicated since she'd been here. The focus stone simplified the process, but was attuned to Merlin. Since Merlin's home was so close to her own, it was nearly as good as teleporting home. She bent down and wrapped an arm around Mordred's shoulders. "Let's go." There was a flash of light before the two of them vanished...
..And appeared in a royal garden, in front of Merlin and Prince Arthur. Nimue's eyes widened when she saw the prince. "Damn." Normally she would hardly feel threatened. But she was charged with protecting Mordred now, and she knew Merlin's desire to keep his true nature a secret. Unfortunately, she couldn't teleport again so quickly. They would have to do this the old fashioned way. "Run," she told the boy, straightening up to do the same.