The trip should have been ill-advised, but little could deter Arthur's determination to see Camelot safe. Winter winds dislodged compacted snow from the trees onto the heads of the knights where they huddled around their feeble campfire. Oddly, Merlin realized, he was likely the most comfortable of the group. Close by he could see the red ring at Arthur's throat where his armor abraded against cold skin. Merlin untied his own thin scarf and reached over to tuck it around Arthur's neck. It wasn't much, but the tiny, grateful smile at least eased the ashen appearance of the prince's face.