From where she lay on the bed, Morgana watched the two men she had once though of as family sitting beside the fire in the centre of her home. She had to give it to Merlin, he was far better at healing that anyone ever gave him credit for, Gaius had taught him well.
After they had carefully cleaned and bandaged her wound she had fallen asleep, it was a clear indication of just how much blood she had lost before they had treated her wound because there was no way she would have allowed herself to be so vulnerable unless she had no choice.
So she was surprised when she woke up exactly where she had been, with the two of them sat patiently just meters from her, talking quietly between them.
"That won't work Arthur, you know it won't." Merlin muttered quietly as he stirred the pot that was hung above the fire, "She's hurt to many people, they aren't just going to forgive and forget. And you don't even know if she wants that."
Morgana's intrest was piqued and she clawed her way back to wakefullness and trained her ears on the conversation that had been carrying on in her absence.
"I have to at least try Merlin, if only we could-" Arthur began, interrupted by a sudden whimper of pain from Morgana. She had moved without thinking and the wound on her side had flared up in protest, almost feeling as though it was on fire.
Arthur was by her side in an instant, gently taking her arm to help her to sit up, "Slowly, how are you feeling?" He asked gently, shooting a worried glance at Merlin when she leaned most of her weight against his shoulder rather than supporting herself.
"Do you want me to tell you that I'm healing fine and there's nothing to worry about, or do you want the truth?" She asked tiredly, placing her hand over the site of the injury and closing her eyes briefly.
"Morgana." Arthur said warningly, watching with concern when she shook her head irritably before opening her eyes.
Sighing heavily, she avoided looking at them, staring instead at the worktable against the opposite wall, with it's many vials of ingredients and potions. "Regardless of anything else, I'm a High Priestess, I literally cannot be killed. This wound should already be half healed by now, and I really don't know why that's not the case."
"You said this wasn't mortal," Merlin said seriously, "But what about now, could this be killing you?"
Morgana met his gaze and laughed shortly, "Would you care?" At his exasperated look she rolled her eyes, "Fine, I don't know. I don't believe so. More likely I am going to be in pain and vulnerable until it heals at a natural rate, but I'm not certain of anything. What would be helpful is if you were to go outside and collect up all their weapons so I can try and identify the reason for this happening."
Looking to Arthur, Merlin deliberated for a moment before nodding, "Fine, don't go anywhere?"
"Where would I go?" Morgana asked, humour colouring her tone as Merlin slipped out of the door.