[ There's no real way for Mordred to know if she's actually being followed, but she has faith in Gray('s ability to follow orders). She cuts back at the end of her ride, just in time to see her new squadmate emerge from the water nearby, brimming with a huge smile.
The elation is apparently contagious: Mordred's answering grin is equally as jubilant, lacking any trace of her usual cynicism or arrogance. Gray's seen her happy before, sure, but this is more than that. It's pride in the accomplishment of someone else. It's joy for the sake of joy, a winner without a loser.
(For just a moment — and despite her earlier proclamation — King Arthur is the furthest thing from her mind.) ]
As expected of my squire! [ Kneeling on her board, she paddles up to Gray's side and extends her fist. ] Put it there, mouse!
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The elation is apparently contagious: Mordred's answering grin is equally as jubilant, lacking any trace of her usual cynicism or arrogance. Gray's seen her happy before, sure, but this is more than that. It's pride in the accomplishment of someone else. It's joy for the sake of joy, a winner without a loser.
(For just a moment — and despite her earlier proclamation — King Arthur is the furthest thing from her mind.) ]
As expected of my squire! [ Kneeling on her board, she paddles up to Gray's side and extends her fist. ] Put it there, mouse!