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Guinevere knows better than to argue with Arthur when he's in this state. Perhaps that is for another woman to do someday, to shout right back and him and challenge him, but it's not her task and so the Lady merely lets him speak and rant as he will. In the end, most of what he says is right anyway. Merlin should not heal until she is well again, but Guinevere doesn't point out that they've seen her power do more than heal and that does not even require that she touch them. How are they to stop Merlin is she decides to do something? None of them have a power to combat her, no means of which to suppress her ability. No, the auburn-haired woman does not point this out because Arthur is distressed enough already.
No, she simply breaks the bread with him and she practically force-feeds the Prince, smiles and soft laughter in-between for his attempts to make her stop. Finally she wins and makes Arthur promise to eat more when offered later. She won't have him starving himself. And for the next few days, she visits often and usually with food, listening to all he will say and taking note on what he does. She is not blind to his growing affection and worry for Merlin and Guinevere is coming to a conclusion she doesn't yet speak of to Arthur as he's not in the best state of mind to receive it. Now is not the time, but when Merlin is well, she will be drawing his attention to it.
And Merlin is getting better. She hasn't woken, but she's not so pale and she's warm again, but not with fever. She merely appears to sleep and as she's not woken in fits or thrashed around with nightmares, when Arthur insists she be moved, she is and without restraints this time. Arthur has spoken to her on and off many times in the last three days, but this time Merlin seems to respond, a slight frown coming over her face, eyes flickering beneath her lids. Finally, slowly, those lids open and deep red eyes swirling with gold look into brown, searing the Prince with the pain and fear and knowledge in their depths before they look away and Merlin starts to scream. Her body convulses, arching and thrashing as agony boils through her blood and bone, her power trying to right itself, to find balance and the healer shrieks until her throat is raw and then just as suddenly as it started, it stops and she stills again.
Merlin breathes raggedly and she moves even more slowly to her side, curling her body impossibly small as she trembles and tries to find something stable to latch on to after the inferno that has swept over her. When her eyes finally open, they are stormy, but a familiar dark blue again and for a moment they stare at nothing before flickering, life, a consciousness coming back into them and Merlin looks straight to Arthur.
A smile touches her lips with the lightest brush at simply seeing his face and relief springs to Merlin's gaze as her body relaxes. "Y-you...are well." she rasps out and it's clear that is all Merlin cares about; that Arthur is safe and in good health.
No, she simply breaks the bread with him and she practically force-feeds the Prince, smiles and soft laughter in-between for his attempts to make her stop. Finally she wins and makes Arthur promise to eat more when offered later. She won't have him starving himself. And for the next few days, she visits often and usually with food, listening to all he will say and taking note on what he does. She is not blind to his growing affection and worry for Merlin and Guinevere is coming to a conclusion she doesn't yet speak of to Arthur as he's not in the best state of mind to receive it. Now is not the time, but when Merlin is well, she will be drawing his attention to it.
And Merlin is getting better. She hasn't woken, but she's not so pale and she's warm again, but not with fever. She merely appears to sleep and as she's not woken in fits or thrashed around with nightmares, when Arthur insists she be moved, she is and without restraints this time. Arthur has spoken to her on and off many times in the last three days, but this time Merlin seems to respond, a slight frown coming over her face, eyes flickering beneath her lids. Finally, slowly, those lids open and deep red eyes swirling with gold look into brown, searing the Prince with the pain and fear and knowledge in their depths before they look away and Merlin starts to scream. Her body convulses, arching and thrashing as agony boils through her blood and bone, her power trying to right itself, to find balance and the healer shrieks until her throat is raw and then just as suddenly as it started, it stops and she stills again.
Merlin breathes raggedly and she moves even more slowly to her side, curling her body impossibly small as she trembles and tries to find something stable to latch on to after the inferno that has swept over her. When her eyes finally open, they are stormy, but a familiar dark blue again and for a moment they stare at nothing before flickering, life, a consciousness coming back into them and Merlin looks straight to Arthur.
A smile touches her lips with the lightest brush at simply seeing his face and relief springs to Merlin's gaze as her body relaxes. "Y-you...are well." she rasps out and it's clear that is all Merlin cares about; that Arthur is safe and in good health.