...

I'm not Arthur, though I do have a question which... seems to involve him.

You are Morgana, correct?

As it happens, yes.

[He's a little scared of this, considering her reaction but - he'll gulp it down]

Morgana? [testing the waters] Can we, uh, talk?

[ Her reaction as in she's currently collecting glasses from her floor? Or the sheer annoyance that seeps through the Forge? or both?

She huffs, collecting things here. A moment later she smiles, all civil, perhaps it's scarier? ]

Well??

[ eyebrow. ]

[It takes him a long time, dead air where there should be words, before he finally speaks.]

Morgana.

....Merlin?

[ Tentative. ]

[ Exasperated, ]

Morgana.

[ She should just ignore him. Give him a taste of his own medicine. She should stick to her word and say nothing but she's so tired of fighting. ]

What do you want.

[He's afraid if he'll look at her face, he'll waver. So he just turns on the voice option]

Morgana?

[On second thought, her voice might be just as hard to bear. He should have gone for text.]

[ The first sound in return is a cat's mewl as Mordred noticed the Forge before she had. A moment later and a small tired noise can be heard as well, she was asleep.

And then silence, for a good moment or two and three in which she makes sure she is not asleep and has not lost her mind.

And then a sound of her moving in her bed, snatching her Forge and just then she'll speak, though she fears she'll lost her voice or her coherency or both. ]

You're back.

[ something in her voice breaks but without video it'll be hard to tell if she's laughing or crying or perhaps both. ]

I wanted to thank you, for killing that thing with my face. And...apologize for what it said and did.

[ Well, Merlin, you're the first one to glimpse into this new house of hers; a small space if judging by the background but still rather homely.

She has a smile for you today, if you'd like it. ]

Don't, Merlin. You are my friend, you know I would do much more than that.

[About an hour after his conversation with Dean, after turning this in his drunken mind over and over again, he finds an isolated corner to sit down in, snuggling himself tightly to ward off the cold, and looks into the forge with his most pitiful of expressions]

Morgana? I just wanted to say I'm sorry - I'm sorry for ruining your life, for puttin' you in danger...I should have known better I should never have - in the first place...

[A tear falls down his cheek and onto the forge, followed by another and another.]

I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...[He repeats it like a mantra]

[ Morgana, on the other hand was half asleep when her Forge came to life. Shifting to sit on her bed, her eyes widen as she realized who it is. She knew she should hang up or be at least somewhat upset but this was the first time she had seen him in a month. ]

Sam - no. Hush now, you owe me no apologies. I don't regret anything. Don't be upset for my sake, please.

[ it's the most gentle anyone in Anatole would get from her. ]

[And thus late the next morning he finds himself staring into the forge, not at all certain of how to go about this. He's embarrassed and nervous and completely unsure.]

Morgana - [He starts and pauses again] I'm sorry about last night - really, really sorry. I hope I...didn't ruin your night too badly. [If he remembers what he said - he makes no indication of it.]

Please come home. [It's all blurted out] I talked to Dean, he won't bother you again as long as you don't hurt anyone - he promised. I'm...not gonna ask you to take me back, I know I fucked up badly and...[he runs a nervous hand through his hair] you can do a hell of a lot better, that's not even a question.

But please come home, your family misses you, your friends misses you. You'll be safe, and you deserve to be around the people you love, and they deserve to be around you.

Are you home?

As it happens. Is everything alright?

[He might look a little more formal than he usually does]

My lady? Might I have a word?

Lancelot - of course.

Lady Morgana. I do hope the day finds you well. I have been thinking about traversing to Wynn sometime this week and was seeking to know whether you were available.

Lady Lannister. You are always welcome here, I will make time whenever it will please you.

[ Yep, Elena is just pulling in a steeling breath after her conversation with Caroline and contacting Morgana. Hoping beyond hope she knows something that can help. She begins abruptly. ]

Hi. I'm - Elena Gilbert. One of Caroline Forbes' friends. I don't think we've met. [ Pause. How to ask this. ] I saw your video? You have magic. [ Another pause. ] Well, I think you've been here longer than both of us and see, one of our friends is missing. Matt Donovan.

If you can help, if you could know anything... He might be in the Mist, and we can't find him. Maybe if you could - do a spell or... something, anything. We could pay you, or owe you a favor, or... anything you need.

[ She licks her lips. ] Thanks. [ And hangs up. ]

[ It's video on her end when she contacts her back. ]

Elena. When did your friend go missing? I don't know how much my magic can do, but I am part of the search and rescue party and with my magic or not I will help you find him.

Morgana, can I ask you something? How would you feel if you suddenly didn't have magic?

Truthfully? I would be somewhat grateful. Would at least make Dean Winchester less insufferable.

...Why do you ask?

My lady?

[He bows his head in greeting.]

I have spoken to Arthur, and he has given his permission for our training. When would you like to begin?

He has? Thank you - for asking him, Lancelot. I am free most mornings.

[Why is your door locked? :C ]

Morgana? [If you look closely enough, you'll notice that the door next to the wall he's leaning against is yours.]

[ She owes Merlin an explanation at least. But it's hard, she's panicking. This can't be happening. She tries to talk, fails and just tries to keep from sobbing. She's not scared, she's the aloof Lady Morgana not a child. ]

I - I'm sorry Merlin I cannot -

Morgana, I know you won't understand this, but if there's any way to get rid of these powers, I have to try it. I hope to see you soon. I love you.

Hey.

How you got Lancelot to wear leather pants is nothing short of a miracle. I'm sure the ladies of Anatole all thank you for it, you've got amazing taste.

Remind me to get you a box of chocolates and a bottle of something red for the service you did to humanity as a whole.

[ Congrats, Cas, you get a brilliant smile and a chuckle. ]

Chocolates will always be very welcome.

Hey, uh.

There's a letter here. From Lancelot. Are you... [ Augh, this is awkward considering Sam's gone. It's like a double-whammy of terrible news. ] Are you still at Sam's place?

Our p - a letter? I am mostly at the Ruins. I should think letters can wait.

[ watch her misunderstand. ]

I'll probably be coming back later for the next few days. [He looks away, struggling to find something to say.]

Do you and the others need anything? I'll try not to keep away too long.

...Is everything alright, Merlin?

I need you to watch Aithusa for me.

[It's abrupt, borderline rude, undoing all that he attempts to do by keeping his voice steady and his face hidden.]

It might be for a few days.

[ Merlin. She sits up in her bed. Something is wrong, she knows at once. ]

What happened.

Morgana?