"Are you serious? She still went alone anyway?" said Morgana.
Percival nodded solemnly.
"She cannot possibly hope to take on Agravaine alone!" said Gwen.
"We will help you, I owe her much." Said Morgana.
"So will I!" agreed Gwen.
"Count me in!" said Merlin.
"Let's get ready with haste. We need to catch her up, but we will also need supplies." Said Percival.
"Merlin and I will gather the supplies and meet you at the stables!" said Gwen.
"Actually, Gwen, one of us should tell Arthur we are doing this." Merlin reminded her.
"I will do that. You will get the supplies?" She replied.
Merlin nodded.
"Let us not waste another moment!" said Percival, and without another word, left the room.
However, Percival was not at the stables when they all arrived. They all knew why. Percival loved Brynn and wanted to do anything to protect her. She was his weakness.
"We better hurry if we wish to join them." Said Morgana.
"Why rush?"
Gwen and Morgana stared blankly at Merlin.
"C'mon, let's give those lovebirds time together." He grinned.
Gwen giggled and Morgana cracked a smile.
"As cute as that would be, Percival is not thinking straight and Brynn is alone. Who knows how she is right now." Said Morgana, but her eyes were still light and happy.
Merlin was happy to see his friend's transformation. He still could not completely trust her, but she seemed different. Then again when she returned a year after disappearing, she seemed her usual self but was lying. It was hard after all she had done. Morgana had expected this. But Gwen trusted Morgana again, and soon Gwen would have Arthur doing the same.
Merlin also recounted several other traitors. Trust was something to be earned.
They mounted their horses and rode off. Arthur was a little apprehensive at Morgana joining them, but nonetheless approved. He understood the need for Brynn to rescue Tomos. He had done the same for Merlin. Brynn needed all the help she could get should something go wrong.
Meanwhile, Percival had reached Brynn. She was bleeding from her arrow wound.
"Brynn!" he exclaimed. "Please do not be dead!"
He had no medical experience, but he had to do something. The others would catch up soon. If she needed it, Percival would even ask Morgana to heal her. But that would be a last resort. He snapped the arrow in half, and then gently removed the other half. The knight then searched for something to bind and put pressure on the wound. All the cloth he had was his clothes, so he ripped off a part of his shirt and wrapped it as tight as he could. It was bleeding through.
"C'mon Brynn, stop bleeding!" he urged the unresponsive Brynn.
He took some more cloth and wrapped it around her. It didn't seep through this time. Percival sighed in relief then went to start a fire. There was not much more he could do for her. He prayed that she would live and the others would find them soon. From the first moment they had met, he had been captivated by her. As he grew to know her, she was rash, stubborn, opinionated, but also beautiful, gentle, kind and strong. If she died, so would a part of him. She was his world, even if she never returned his feelings. Better that than dead.