[For all their differences - and she has always known there were many, despite the easy way they've always gotten on - there is something so achingly familiar in him now that Morgana knows letting him leave would be a terrible idea.
She reaches out, slow and gentle, and lays a careful hand on his forearm.]
Come inside.
[She waits, doesn't pull her hand away until she's sure he will; only then does she step out of his way. She's tempted to just pull him in, but she knows how she might have reacted to that, once.]
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She reaches out, slow and gentle, and lays a careful hand on his forearm.]
Come inside.
[She waits, doesn't pull her hand away until she's sure he will; only then does she step out of his way. She's tempted to just pull him in, but she knows how she might have reacted to that, once.]