Woods Outside Camelot, Sunday Afternoon

It was time to send the girls back home. They would have earlier, actually, but there'd been something strange in the air - according to Merlin, and sadly Arthur's experience in the magical arena was rather lacking, beyond the bit where wizards kept trying to kill him - and, well.

It didn't really matter. Nor did it matter that Arthur still didn't really want to let them go, but that wasn't anything he was going to admit to anyone, let alone to himself. Instead, he was going to stand back with a slight smile on his face, arms crossed.

"It's always good to know the two of you are still up to the same trouble," he said.

[[ for the three other people currently in Camelot. ]]