[Fortunately he shows up in good time to coincide with a lull in Merlin's work, and he smiles over at Arthur when he comes in. It's a relief to see him on his feet and walking, the colour back in his skin and his clothes clean.]
Arthur. [He cracks a faint smile.] She let you go, then.
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Arthur. [He cracks a faint smile.] She let you go, then.