She closed her eyes and smiled when he said he loved her. She leaned in, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. She took one of his hands, intertwining her fingers with his. It was calming, she found, the warmth of his skin seeming to slow her down. She paused, taking the time to think it over. She would probably be able to protect Merlin from most dangers and enchantments. She would worry, but they could probably manage. Mordred, though...
"I don't want Mordred to feel abandoned," she said cautiously. He was a sensitive boy, and he didn't know many people. "He doesn't trust strangers." She couldn't blame him. He had been on the run in Camelot, and even here he had terrible experiences with his 'parents'. "He feels safe with you."