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[It's been a very long morning.

A shelf had collapsed in the kitchen, one of the newer servants had left a hallway slick and dangerous after using far too much water to scrub the floor, and she still has to take the laundry downstairs. She was late to help Morgana dress two minutes ago.

So she's rushing as she turns the corner, walking too fast with a stack of laundry too high to see properly. It's really a recipe for running into someone.

Frustrated and flustered, she immediately crouches to gather up the laundry without registering who exactly it was she collided with.]

Sorry, sorry, excuse me.

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-- Of course not, sire. [She relents, watching a little uncertainly. She's definitely going to have to refold some of this.] Ah, thank you.

[excalibured]

[When he finishes gathering them, he straightens up and holds them out to her with a slight smile]

You are quite welcome. It was after all, in part my doing.

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[She takes them from him carefully, and allows herself to smile back, a little self-deprecating.]

I hardly think that's true. I should have been watching more closely.

[excalibured]

[Oh Gwen, just because he's arrogant doesn't mean he doesn't know he can fuck up, and especially over something so small. Doesn't do much to his pride to admit this, silly]

You needn't take all the blame yourself. Especially now that I've created more work for you.

[I mean you are going to wash them again right? THEY WERE ON THE FLOOR]