"Merlin, I need you to –" Gaius started to call out, entering the boy's room to find the boy curled up on his bed, cloth in hand, Arthur's boots in the other. Armour glinted around the room and clothes were laid out drying. Gaius sighed, and smiled softly at the boy. Gently removing the boots and clothes, Gaius pulled back the covers and gently covered the boy, leaving the tired servant sleeping. Slowly gathering up the armour, bit by bit so they didn't wake him up, Gaius took them outside.
An hour later, Arthur turned up, looking for Merlin and his armour.
"Gaius, where is my lazy servant?" Arthur demanded, looking around for him.
"Sleeping, sire. The poor boy is exhausted." Gaius told him. "He cleaned your armour and your clothes are drying." Gaius told him. "Leave him be for a while, he needs the sleep."
"I know, I keep waiting for him to turn around and tell me he has too many chores but he never does." Arthur sighed. "Tell him he can take tomorrow off."
"Very well, sire. I will tell him."
Arthur grabbed his stuff and left. Merlin left his room moments later, yawning. "Was that Arthur?"