[ By the time Gray makes her way over, Mordred has managed to clamber back onto her board and sprawl out on her stomach. She fixes the other girl with a reproachful glare, looking every bit like a grumpy wet cat with her fur (hair) completely matted against her head. Way to help ://// (Spoilers: if Gray had actually stopped and offered her a hand, she would have taken even more offense.) ]

Compared to our personal feud, the divide between Meridian and Zenith is nothing but meaningless dross. But, I have one more condition before I accept you as a Master worth listening to, rather than just a convenient source of magical energy.

[ The statement loses some impact when she currently looks like this. ]