There had been a night shortly before they came here, when Merlin had barged in with strange words; he'd tried to banter as they always did, and yet nothing had come of it. He'd spoken in more riddles than usual, and Arthur had known there was something, had wished he could just bloody well ride out and help him.
There was no way to be sure, but perhaps...
"Gaius isn't dead," he repeated, slowly, "But if the sorceress is, it's no waste to us."
Even if Arthur was still sounding just this end of shocked through his certainty.
Re: The Kitchens
There was no way to be sure, but perhaps...
"Gaius isn't dead," he repeated, slowly, "But if the sorceress is, it's no waste to us."
Even if Arthur was still sounding just this end of shocked through his certainty.
"Don't mind it."