Morgana felt as though she should move, Arthur's arm curled protectively around her made her feel uncomfortable in a way she couldn't quite unravel. After everything that had happened, it felt wrong to allow his to support her whilst she was so vulnerable.

But at the same time, she didn't want to move, it had been so long since anyone touched her with any kindness. And regardless of what might happen in the future, in this one moment, Arthur's arms made her feel safe.

Neither of them moved a muscle, unwilling to break the fragile air of uncertainty in what they were doing, until Merlin walked back in, carrying all the weapons he had taken from the bodies outside.

Taking a deep breath, Morgana forced herself up properly, to sit on her own, tucking her legs underneath her as she waved Merlin to hand her the weapons.

Wordlessly, he handed them over, watching as she carefully started examining each one.

Arthur and Merlin looked at each other in confusion as she separated them into two piles.

Once she's finished, she tossed the much larger stack clear of the side of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Arthur shouted, having jumped in surprise at the sudden racket caused by the unexpected movement.

Morgana rolled her eyes, "None of those touched me, therefore they couldn't have caused any ill effect."

Waving her hand at him, she gestured for him to be quiet, picking up one of the three remaining swords.

She held it in her hands for a moment, her eyes glowing gold briefly, before tossing it to the side to join the others.

Repeating it with the second and third, she tossed the third aside and handed off the second to Merlin, "Smell the blade." She told him quietly.

Eyeing her suspiciously, he took it and raised it to his nose.

Morgana smirked as he glanced back at her guiltily, Arthur between them just looked confused.

"Ok, what is going on between the two of you?" He snapped, "And why does Merlin look as guilty as if he's stabbed you himself."

"He's just remembering a past incident Arthur." Morgana told him dismissively.

"What past-?"

"When are you going to let that go?" Merlin interrupted in frustration. "I had no choice."

Morgana shook her head, "Merlin, I trusted you!" She hissed, "Do you have any idea how that felt? I understand why you did it now, but at the time?"

"You understand?" Merlin asked her quietly, not breaking eye contact as he watched her carefully.

Arthur just felt increasingly confused, but he didn't move a muscle, waiting to see who would break the silence first.

Eventually, Morgana sighed and nodded, "Of course I do, by doing what you did, you saved Camelot. Regardless of my own personal feelings, of course I understand it." She told him, leaning back against the pillows on the bed and crossing her hands over her lap.

Glancing to the side, Morgana considered for a moment before nodding to Arthur, "The Knights of Medhir."

"What about them?" He asked her, looking back and forth between his sister and his best friend, who both looked increasingly uncomfortable in this conversation.

Looking back at Merlin, Morgana waited until he nodded before turning back to Arthur. "The sleeping spell over the city, the one that left everyone helpless, it was tied to my life."

"How-?" Arthur started, frustrated when once again Morgana cut him off dismissively.

"I hated Uther, and Morgause hated him as much as I did, it wasn't a big leap to the decision to help her remove him from power, but that hardly matters anymore." She told him, "What does is that I didn't truly understand what I was doing or the consequences of it, I didn't know what the spell would do."

"You didn't?" Merlin asked her in surprise, always having assumed that she had just been an incredibly good actress when they had arrived, seeming truly scared by everything going on around them.

Morgana chuckled, "Does that surprise you Merlin? I did tell you as much when I arrived back in Camelot, that was maybe the only honest thing I said during the entire time I was back."

Arthur slammed his hand down on the small table beside the bed, "Ok stop it now! Both of you! And just tell me what happened, how could the spell have been tied to your life? It broke, and you're still here."

It was Merlin who answered him, "It didn't break, Morgause undid it."

"Why would she do that?" Arthur asked him suspiciously, thinking that he probably already had a good idea from the looks the two of them were exchanging.

"It was after you left to get the cart," Merlin told him, "I laced the water we had with hemlock and offered it to Morgana. Morgause felt it as Morgana's life started to slip away and came to her aid. But I told her that if she didn't undo the spell over the city and call off the knights then I wouldn't tell her what poison I used and Morgana would die."

As Arthur stared at Merlin with an unreadable look on his face, Morgana reached out and touched the sword still in Merlin's hands. "This is laced with hemlock."

Momentarily putting aside what he had just been told, Arthur looked back at her worriedly, "But if it almost killed you once, won't it kill you now?"

Morgana shook her head, "I have always had magic, but back then I had no control, the only time my magic worked was when I was asleep and dreamed of future events."

"Gaius called her a seer. That's what the potions he used to prescribe her were for." Merlin supplied, "To supress the magic so Uther wouldn't find out."

Not catching onto the further implications of what Merlin had said, Arthur pressed her, "And now?"

"Now my magic obeys me." She told him confidently, "And it protects me in ways that it couldn't before, especially now I'm a High Priestess. I'm unsure why this poison is having this great an effect on me, perhaps it's my previous experience with it, but I will heal soon enough."

Merlin nodded as he stood up, "She'll be fine Arthur." He assured his friend, before walking back out of the front door.

Morgana caught Arthur's arm as he tried to follow, "Leave him Arthur, he's worried about how you're going to react to what he did to me." She told him sternly, "And if you care at all about him then you need to leave this be, it was a long time ago now. He made an incredibly difficult choice in a moment where there was no right answer."

"I don't understand you anymore." Arthur told her after a long moment.

Shaking her head, Morgana smiled softly, "If I am honest Arthur? Sometimes I don't understand myself anymore."