Gaius hustled Merlin through the lower town, the sounds of Arthur and his men breaking down a door echoing down the street.
"Gaius- Gaius! He's still alive!" The pale youth dropped down beside the afflicted man and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder.
Suddenly and without his conscious consent, he felt a jolt of power pass down his arm and into the invalid.
Blue skin and milky eyes cleared instantly and the man leapt up in shock.
"You healed me!" He shouted, rather over-loud.
"What?" Arthur called, just having exited the home his men were still rifling through.
"This man- he healed me with a touch!"
The now-healthy Camelotian answered, obviously too awe-struck to consider the ramifications of his proclamation.
"Merlin, is this true?" The prince looked to his servant.
Gaius moved forward, about to protest when his ward held him back.
"Yes, it is true." He said, voice steady and slightly challenging.
Arthur had a slight tinge of regret in his eyes when he called the guards.