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[thoughts]

Nǐ bùyòng tài dānxīn, māmā.

[ but all he'll probably get is the 'mama' and all she'll get is Simon. a beat of silence, and she hums noncommittally. ]

She's okay. Simon makes sure, starts fretting. A mother hen, like you.

[ even if it only works in some measure. ]

How are you and your prat?

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[servant]

[Mother hen. Merlin grins at that, even if she can't see it. Arthur calls him that too sometimes.]

Oh, my prat's terrible. But he was before he came here too, so I can't blame that on the ship.

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[thoughts]

Some things can't change. Set in stone. Others -

[ she sniffles. ]

Eating properly?

[ you're not letting him get fat, are you. ]