[It takes Mordred a moment to sift through his memories and pair that voice to a face, but when he does, he can hardly believe it. Eyes sliding open, he turns to look across the deck.]
...Kara. [Surprised, he grasps at words for a moment, before the dawn of a bright smile spreads over his face. And what happens next closely mirrors a meeting that Kara might remember: Mordred moves to her, hesitates, and then wraps her tightly in his arms.]
How–... you're a warden as well?
[Kara being someone Mordred remembers as both having treating him kindly, and as having possessed a strong sense of justice, the alternative doesn't occur to him. He's glad, though. Still slightly bewildered, but happy.]
s;alcsc the sound i made when i received this in my inbox was really silly
...Kara. [Surprised, he grasps at words for a moment, before the dawn of a bright smile spreads over his face. And what happens next closely mirrors a meeting that Kara might remember: Mordred moves to her, hesitates, and then wraps her tightly in his arms.]
How–... you're a warden as well?
[Kara being someone Mordred remembers as both having treating him kindly, and as having possessed a strong sense of justice, the alternative doesn't occur to him. He's glad, though. Still slightly bewildered, but happy.]