[ 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.

To apologize.

For what?

You know what!

[ Ugh. ]

Look, I know I've been — on edge, lately.

It's been difficult, as it is with Guinevere, when there's certain things I don't want to burden you with before you live them for yourselves. But I've also been taking out my frustration with — other matters, on you, and that's badly done of me. I'm willing to provide an apology in the form of gifts.

[ Since hey, the prize money for this tourney is pretty good. ]

I do not require your gifts Arthur, nor your apologies. I'm tired, I realize you may going through things that you wish not to share with me but Arthur I go through them too. I cannot -

[ She turns; she won't shed tears in front of him. ]

Everything is changed, Sam is gone and the Mist and the monsters, and I need to bear with that and with his brother and his understanding of me and I cannot endure offences from you too. Don't apologize to me, simply try to control your temper or warn me and I will not speak to you and not inspire your anger. I am - I cannot argue with you too.

[ Wow, if buying her dresses doesn't smooth this over Arthur doesn't know what will. ]

[ His lips thin, and he wants to turn off, but something catches at him. ]

His brother.

He has one, you realize.

[ a foolish answer of someone who just understood her mistake. ]

Is Dean Winchester the one who was threatening you?

[ Temper flaring again, but not, this time, at her. ]

It was my fault, Arthur.

How so?

[ Uh oh, his tone just went all dangerously pleasant. ]

His world's take to witches, as he calls ms, is identical to Camelot's. I knew it when I told him of my visions. I promised not to but I did.

Other people's prejudice is not your fault.

Don't worry, Morgana, he won't be bothering you again.

[ Brothers, man. So testy. ]

I don't intend to change his mind. I intend to make him understand that if he upsets you again, I will make his life a living hell.

He believes himself to be protecting his brother.

So he'll understand if I decide to protect my sister.

[ She smiles a bit at that. ]

He thinks his brother does not know of my - which would make me a liar. There is no winning this, Arthur.

Probably not. I can break his nose though.

I've lost one fight today, and that's quite enough for me.

[ She shouldn't laugh but this is funny. ]

Losing one and picking another.

Maybe if you come heal him once I'm done, he'll appreciate your magic a little more.

If I manage to heal his nose and not somehow magick him another.

Better start practicing.