The roof of the abandoned church had finally given up, so drops of water were falling from the ceiling here and there. There were puddles in the corners of the main hall, as well as behind the altar, but everywhere else was still relatively dry.
The Other Mordret was sitting on one of the benches, studying the stained glass windows curiously. He looked somewhat worse for wear, but mostly fine — his stylish suit was wrinkled and charred in a few places, his hair was wet and disheveled, and he smelled of gasoline and smoke, but there were no serious wounds on his body and no blood on his clothes.
Morgan came over and looked at him darkly, then handed him a bottle of water and a triangular rice roll with tuna filling.
"Here. Eat."
He took the offered food, looked up at her, and smiled.
"Thank you, Morgan. I am... so glad that you are alright."
She stared at him coldly for a few seconds, then silently turned away.
