"You don't owe me anything, Freya." Merlin's hand tightens slightly. How could she when she's already helped him in their darkest hour? Without her help, he never would have figured out how to defeat the immortal army.

It's around then that Merlin comes out of the daze he's fallen into, eyes widening. "Come on, I'll take you to the others. Are you hungry? Tired? Cold?"

Now that his surprise has worn off, he hovers around her with worry.