.034 - backdated to the end of port

[onceandfutureprat]

Merlin--

[Why yes, that is the voice of a king with a punctured lung, how did you know]

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[onceandfutureprat]

[It's much later, after he separates from Arya and goes back to his room to change out of his bloody clothes (Merlin can heal wounds but he didn't fix his clothes yet). The king leaves his chainmail and his shirt in a pile on the floor, either he'll get to them later or Merlin will, it doesn't matter right in that moment.

He makes his way up to Merlin's deck, and knocks on his door once before letting himself in.]

Merlin?

[takeyouapart]

[Not here bro, try the Infirmary.]

[onceandfutureprat]

[Oh my god, Merlin this isn't how their relationship works. You're supposed to do all the running.

But the Infirmary is the next stop on his list when he realizes that Merlin isn't in his room.]

Merlin?

[takeyouapart]

[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.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur spreads his hands for a moment, almost like a shrug.]

The shade of her brother is what attacked me. That's why she thought it was her fault.

[takeyouapart]

[His smile vanishes, then.]

That's awful. Will she be alright?

[onceandfutureprat]

[He has to take a moment to answer that, to think it over before nodding slightly.]

It'll take some time, most likely.