Mordred allowed a small smirk to appear on his face as he glanced down at the mother. He wondered how having the spell interrupted would have affected her. Not that he cared right now. Not anymore. Whatever they case, she deserved all of it. As did the father. Perhaps the man would be dead before the ice melted... he hoped the end would be slow.
As he reached forth to hold her hand, he could not help but feel a sense of familiarity. He had felt the same with Morgana, as well as others. He now trusted Nimue. He felt he could count on her for anything beyond this moment. But then when they appeared.. damn. He remembered Arthur. And those knights. He looked at Nimue and quickly nodded. Running definitely sounded like a good plan. And so he took off, keeping up with her, hoping that they weren't seen. He hoped to find safety soon, with her help. Anything would be alright if it meant he didn't have to worry about dangers again.