Merlin groaned as he entered the Court Physician's chambers.
"Done!" he rasped, before stumbling dangerously. He groaned, mulling over the past couple of hours. He'd had to act as a pest controller to the local serkets, and a certain white dragon had insisted on accompanying him, lengthening the process considerably. Summoning a chair from behind him that gently bumped his knees, he collapsed into it. His eyes still closed, the young warlock waved his hand at the kettle on the fire, which promptly filled with water and began to boil.
"Remind me never to let Aithusa near the serkets again, Gaius!" Said dragon then, chirping loudly, proceeded to curl around his shoulders. The kettle started whistling; Merlin sank back into the armchair as a cup zoomed over and the herbal tea spooned itself in. The cup then flew over to allow the kettle to fill it, then carefully floated into Merlin's outstretched hand. Moaning, he took a sip.
"This little lady will be the death of me one of these days," he grumbled, reaching behind him to pet Aithusa, who happily nuzzled him back. Noticing an odd silence, Merlin cracked open one eye. "Gaius?"
Aithusa dropped to his lap and the warlock opened his eyes fully. He gaped at the sight before him.
Gaius was frozen in the act of searching his many jars and bottles. Gwen was there, sitting next to Arthur in the opposite corner of the room. The remaining Round Table Knights were stood guarding the patients' cot, where, bound, gagged and injured, lay a very awake and very angry-looking Morgana.
"Ah. Erm."