Nimue reached for the end of the couch and used it to pull herself to her feet. She was short of breath from the running and the magic, but she didn't want to worry Mordred. She ran a hand through her hair, leaning against the couch. "You're welcome, darling. Your room is there," she said, pointing to a half-open door.
Teleporting should not have been so difficult for her. Back home, it was practically her fey nature. She just needed some time to compose herself. She managed to walk to the kitchen. "Would you like some tea, Mordred?"