After what seems like weeks, months, Gwaine groans and shifts slightly. Instantly, four pairs of eyes true to him. Percival is the first to speak. "You right mate?" Inwardly, he issues a stream do curses. Of course he's not alright. He's just been tortured for Pete's sake! Gwaine grins anyway. "I'm fine." Fucked up. Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional. "What happened?" The others trade wary glances. "You don't remember?" Leon asks, worried and glad at the same time. It's a feeling all the others share. "Oh, I remember alright. Some bastard decided to play a few rounds of some princess game on my back. He was none to gentle on my fingers either. I'm asking why you are all looking like somebody kicked your puppy." "Somebody did." Arthur replies, his grim look killing Elyan's slight grin. But it didn't dim Gwaine's. "Oh, so I'm a puppy now. Alrighty then." The change in atmosphere was a small one, but it was noticeable. Arthur lost his pinched look, Leon relaxed a fraction, Elyan smiled because Gwaine was, and Percival felt his heart melt. And then came the ominous creak of the cell door.