Gwen
Gwen shuddered involuntarily as she lay on the cold, hard ground. She could still feel it inside her, and she needed to get home, to wash, wash forever, to get the dirt away.
Somehow she made it home, a part of her didn't even know how she managed it, but she did. She trudged up to her front door and shakily unlocked it, then closed it behind her and locked it, sliding down to the ground and crying.
She could never tell Mordred.
He'd just get himself into trouble, and trouble was something they didn't need, what with all the mutant haters out there.
And so tomorrow, she would ask Xavier to put a telepathic block up in her mind. So Mordred would never know.
And maybe she could forget.