They sat, staring into each other's eyes, both refusing to blink. The wooden chairs were as old as anything else in Gaius' chambers, but they held.
"What else?"
Merlin looked to the ceiling, thinking.
"You know about the magic, I told you about Freya…"
Arthur nodded.
"Did I tell you that, umm… the dragon isn't dead?"
"Merlin!"
"He can't attack again! I ordered him away."
"Or-Merlin! I thought Balinor was the last Dragonlord!"
"He was… until he died and passed the ability onto his son."
Massaging his forehead, Arthur felt new weight on his shoulders, but the chairs kept holding.