[Arthur looks away for a moment, as it's Morgana and he doesn't really want to talk to her about his problems when it came to Merlin. Or any of his problems in general but especially his manservant. She'd killed Merlin, and he hadn't forgotten that nor had he really forgiven her an inch for it.]

When we first arrived here, maybe. [So much has happened since then, months here and over a year at home. It feels like a distant dream sometimes. He barely can remember what it was like to not have Merlin around.]