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In the very instant that Thackery was pushed out of the bed, he sprung back onto his feet with a caring understanding. Mordred could take care of himself right now! Of course! He would just keep an eye on him to ensure that he was there if he did need someone else to help protect him from someone bad. Or even like...a spooky bug. Because what if it bit him on his perfect skin? What if it bit him on his perfect face?!

Just thinking about it frightened him so much that he'd unconsciously begun to clutch his face. Hoping that this had gone unnoticed, he let his hands drop back down to his sides and glanced around the room until he located the aforementioned dressing table and the mirror atop it.

"I will! I promise! I will do this and you can rest aaaalll you wanna, okay?" he chimed, holding it close to his chest with all of the care that one might extend to an infant. He moved to put his boots back on and collect the rest of his effects, but paused and seemed to consider something. Chewing his lip, he took a deep breath, nodded to himself, and removed his most precious and valuable treasure from the string around his neck.

Like most of his other belongings, it was a key. This one, however, was more ornate than the rest, and was the only one that could feasibly have held any worth that extended past the sentimental. The end of its handle was in the shape of a heart, with one tiny little amethyst embedded into one side. He quietly left it in the place where the mirror had been, smiled at the sight of it in Mordred's chambers, and turned to tiptoe out of the room.

"Sweet dreams!" Tiptoeing was a bit ineffective when he also found it necessary to loudly whisper on his way out. "I love you! Sleep good! Okay!"

Another undignified yelp, the likes of which were beginning to accumulate into a rather unflattering list of responses to being startled, was Thackery's first reaction to the hand on his shoulder. Being smelled didn't seem to bother him, however, and it almost seemed to relax him through a shared understanding of why someone's scent was important.

His expression seemed to imply that he was preparing to protest this accusation, but he lowered his gaze at the last possible moment, nodding once in agreement.

"I sure did, Sir Mister Merlin," he admitted, still cradling the mirror in his arms. "I didn't mean to. I went as quick as I could and didn't stop for anyone. I even climbed right on over someone's head when they didn't get out of my way, 'cause this was importanter...est?"

He kind of seemed proud of that latter bit, troubling grammar aside.

"But I still got lost, I dunno how, but..." It didn't make enough sense in his own head, so he thought it might be better to not try to explain it out loud, in case he messed it up even worse. "Anyway, um, My Prince sent his blessings and this is for you and for what you needed it for and everything, Sir Mister Merlin."

With that, he extended the mirror towards him, exercising all of the gentle care deserved of a priceless treasure which had been touched by the most perfect entity in existence. Every existence.