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At his actions, Merlin laughs. She has to stop, resorting to chuckles and even half-giggles as the motion of full-blown laughter makes her side flare something fierce, but she's still full of mirth as Arthur comments and she merely grins as she watches him. She notes what his eyes take in, but Merlin doesn't particularly care. She's covered modestly enough and she's never been a stickler for layers upon layers of clothing anyway. When he scoots closer, she straightens a little, the smile still pulling at her lips and before she can comment on his question, the Prince speaks again and Merlin snorts softly, giving him a raised brow.
"Don't blame me. You're the one who chose to sleep in my chambers." She almost sounds poised and ladylike in that moment before the grin is back and Merlin shatters that image rather quickly. "I feel leeched, which I guess is accurate considering I was bleeding out. I feel alive, does that count for anything?" In truth she's sore and tired and a bit shaken, but she's hardly going to admit it. Would a Knight reveal how exhausted he is or a Prince how heavy the burden on his shoulders to a stranger? They both know the answer to that question even if it's an unasked one.
Merlin unconsciously brings her hand up to her throat, as if she can trace the bruising there and a grimace comes over her mottled face. "I wouldn't call it sleep when you pass out, but I suppose my wake-up was better than yours." Here her eyes twinkle with mischief, but it fades again as she looks Arthur over, taking in his appearance a bit more carefully now. He is exhausted and that is not surprising, but her dark blue eyes look for injury, but all she finds is the scratch on his face and Merlin, very single-minded, reaches out and lets her fingertips brush across his jaw, feeling the bristly hair there as a small tendril of gold caresses his skin with warmth. The cut disappears and Merlin pulls back immediately afterward, looking satisfied.
"There. Now you're as good-looking as ever again." She pretends to pause after that, looking him up and down again and speaks slowly. "Then again..." There is clear teasing in her voice and Merlin hopes that Arthur won't pick up the fact that she's trying to avoid speaking of what happened and why she needed to be rescued in the first place. She knows it will come up eventually, though. Maybe she can just...cheat Fate...just for a little while?
"Don't blame me. You're the one who chose to sleep in my chambers." She almost sounds poised and ladylike in that moment before the grin is back and Merlin shatters that image rather quickly. "I feel leeched, which I guess is accurate considering I was bleeding out. I feel alive, does that count for anything?" In truth she's sore and tired and a bit shaken, but she's hardly going to admit it. Would a Knight reveal how exhausted he is or a Prince how heavy the burden on his shoulders to a stranger? They both know the answer to that question even if it's an unasked one.
Merlin unconsciously brings her hand up to her throat, as if she can trace the bruising there and a grimace comes over her mottled face. "I wouldn't call it sleep when you pass out, but I suppose my wake-up was better than yours." Here her eyes twinkle with mischief, but it fades again as she looks Arthur over, taking in his appearance a bit more carefully now. He is exhausted and that is not surprising, but her dark blue eyes look for injury, but all she finds is the scratch on his face and Merlin, very single-minded, reaches out and lets her fingertips brush across his jaw, feeling the bristly hair there as a small tendril of gold caresses his skin with warmth. The cut disappears and Merlin pulls back immediately afterward, looking satisfied.
"There. Now you're as good-looking as ever again." She pretends to pause after that, looking him up and down again and speaks slowly. "Then again..." There is clear teasing in her voice and Merlin hopes that Arthur won't pick up the fact that she's trying to avoid speaking of what happened and why she needed to be rescued in the first place. She knows it will come up eventually, though. Maybe she can just...cheat Fate...just for a little while?