Author's Note: For anyone who wants to see Arthur comforting Merlin, please go read my oneshot "The Comfort of a Heartbeat." Yes, that was a shameless attempt at self-advertising. Sorry. I hope no one minds too much. Anyway, here's the last one in this drabble series! This one was hard to write in drabble form, so I hope everyone likes it, and it doesn't feel too choppy. I'm slightly unsure about this one, so please review to tell me what you think. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Chapter 27: Comfort (part 8 of 8)
"You never listen to enemy taunts. Was it because they were about your mother?"
Arthur's expression turned ashamed. "I've wondered about those things before. Hearing it brought them into my thoughts again."
Merlin looked at him sympathetically. "Arthur, your mother would have given her life for you willingly because she loved you. You're a good man. She would be proud."
It wasn't obvious, due to lingering embarrassment, but he could tell Arthur was grateful, knowing Merlin truly believed that.
They spoke until Arthur fell asleep, and at last his night was peaceful.
Reassurance can soothe even the most troubled mind.