Arthur noticed the change in Merlin's appearance. He looked paler, skinnier, his skin darker around the eyes. The signs of exhaustion. He didn't know what caused his manservant's lack of sleep, but he could definitely symphathize. He was having more and more troubles with it each night. Like tonight. He could have blamed the heat again, but he knew that it was more to it than that. He was worried. Because whenever Merlin was troubled, something bad followed, so that couldn't mean anything good. He needed him to be chatty, derisive and insolent. The way he should always have been.
