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Night had dawned on them and the two remaining men had found themselves assaulted by the cold with only a small fire to keep them warm.
Merlin's stolen armour was removed in the hopes that the lack of metal weighing down on his chest would help his constricted breathing.
With the current temperature it was probably better that the servant wasn't encased in cold metal as well.
Arthur sat stock still at his friends bedside, earlier the king paced the length of the tent but his stillness made it easier to monitor his friends breathing.
As of yet the only outward signs of life he had shown.
According to Gwaine his hand had been moving earlier but the king thought that was more wishful thinking than anything else.
Arthur sighed. Merlin needed to survive this one night and he would be declared strong enough to survive the journey back to Camelot. Home, where he belonged.
Arthur thought of Gwen and of Gaius, they would be heart broken if Merlin could not make it back from this. He didn't think the old man could take it if his ward did not return.
Merlin's breathing hitched.
Arthur's train of thought froze.
A slight cough left the servant's lips and his eyes blinked wearily into consciousness. "Arthur?" he asked.
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