Merlin hadn't gotten a proper nights sleep since the fire.

He wanted to tell her about her powers. About his powers. How you can learn to control them and how they can be used for good.

But the words of the Great Dragon still echoed loud and clear in his head "It would be better if the witch never knew the full extent of her powers." But that shouldn't mean that she should be alone. No one should be alone when their world is crashing down around them. That is only asking for trouble.

Thankfully she wouldn't have to be alone. Merlin had spent the entire day tracking down the nearest druid camp. They could help her learn how to control her power. The druids could teach her how to not be alone. If he just told her where the camp was and let her act as she saw fit then.

He gave a few quick rapps on the Lady Morgana's door. "come in," he heard her soft voice coo.

Leaning towards the now open door, Morgana smiled warmly at her guest, but her eyes betrayed her. Those pale green eyes held a mixture of fatigue, fear, and relief. Behind her Gewn held an ornate hairbrush and a small lock of the Lady's hair. "Merlin!" Gwen said with a smile that reached her eyes. A smile that made Merlin almost forget about all the strife at hand. "What brings you here at this hour?"

"I... Uh.. Gaius wanted me to give you this." He held out a small bottle with a cherry colored liquid. His eyes quickly darted between the floor and his outstretched hand. damn. he thought coldly. he had not been expecting Guenivere to be there. Now how as he going to tell her about the druids.

Morgana stood and walked towards Merlin in one fluid motion. She grasped the bottle gently with both of her hands and did her best to look Merlin in the eye. "Thank you, Merlin," she said softly.

"I w-was wondering if you would l-like to accompany me tomorrow on an an... excursion." Merlin couldn't shake the stammer in his voice but he tried his best to give her a knowing look. As her face turned from sweet to quizical he felt the courage to continue. This may not have been his best plan to date but she at least didn't seem completely repulsed by his question, which was certainly a small win. "I-I Uh.. Gaius is out of Valerian and Henbane, which are important p-parts of your sleeping draft. There are a other herbs that I-he needs but those are probably the most important. I was wondering s-since you use the drafts so frequently that you may want t-to know where they come from."

Morgana's eyes grew wide then relaxed into a quizical smile. She had never known Merlin to be this forward and was certain that there was a good reason for it. And after the events of the previous night she felt compelled to trust him. Merlin had a good heart and she knew he was probably only tryint to help. She stood up straight, taking the bottle from his outstretched hand and bringing it close to her chest. His hand shot down to his side and he jumped about three paces back as she stood before him. "Merlin," she started.

"Right, right sorry that was an inappropriate request. You're a lady and I apologize for being so bold especially on a matter that is probably of no interest to you since ladies don't often like to go on excursions especially for herbs and especially with serving boys since medicine frankly can't be that interesting..." Merlin rambled. Stupid, stupid stupid! why on earth would she go to pick plants wih you that's the lamest excuse to visit Druids I've ever heard. Merlin bowed quickly before he practically sprinted towards the door.

All he heard behind him was a quiet laugh. "Merlin, wait." She spoke with a smile in her voice that almost made him smile. "I would love to go. That sounds absolutely facinating since I've always wondered how my sleeping potions were made. Here, why don't we go ask the King now? Gwen has brushed my hair just about as much as it can be brushed." She turned towards her maidservant who gave a knowing bow and left the room, but not without giving Merlin a playful smile. He was certain that she had gotten the wrong idea but that was irrelevant.

As the door closed behind Gwen, Morgana adopted a much more serious tone. "as facinating as herb collecting sounds, I'm guessing that's not why you have invited me on this trip."

"I found the location of the druid camp," Merlin mumored quitely. "They can probably help you. "

"So you think it is magic."

"Well there is one sure way to find out."