Merlin had two horse's reins in hand. Brynn was on one, still recovering from the spell Morgana cast on her. With the state Percival was bound to be in, he would be on the other horse. Merlin still wasn't sure how he would explain what happened to Percival, but he hoped it worked. The knight was weak, but conscious again.

"Brynn!" exclaimed Percival hurrying over to her. He then spotted Merlin with his horse. "Merlin, what happened? Why have you my horse, and what happened to her?" he asked.

Merlin hesitated, then spoke, "You went to go seek Brynn, and I wanted to come and help, so I followed you, but you were attacked by Morgana but Brynn escaped. Brynn was wounded by a spell of Morgana's. You both just need rest."

"How did you get away?" said Percival.

Merlin swallowed. He hadn't thought about that.

"I managed to hold Morgana off to let Merlin escape and help you." Responded Brynn.

Percival looked at her.

"Here, ride your horse. You need to rest your strength."

"No, I wish to ride on Brynn's with her. You take my horse, it would be easier if we all three rode. Besides Arthur might be wondering where we all are, the sooner we reach Camelot the better." Said Percival.

Merlin knew the real reason, but relented. He clambered onto Percival's horse. Before Brynn could object, Percival mounted in front of her and edged the horse on. She was forced to hold on. Worn from her experience, she laid her head on his back. Percival pretended not to notice, though secretly he enjoyed it.

"What shall we tell Arthur?" asked Percival.

"That you invited Brynn on a hunt, and asked me to come with to serve, and Morgana attacked." Said Merlin.

Percival and Brynn both turned red.

"I do not even like to hunt! Besides, we do not have any hunting gear!" protested Brynn, trying not to hurt Percival's feelings.

"Oh yeah. Well me going to the tavern is the usual excuse." Said Merlin.

"Here's an idea, since I do not like to drink as well as Percival at the taverns, we were trying to stop you." Joked Brynn.

Percival laughed. It was Merlin's turn to become red.

"Ha ha. But miss funny, we still need to explain why we were injured." Said Merlin.

"Easily," said Percival, "You got into a fight with thugs and me and Brynn had to come to save your arse."

Merlin glared at him.

"What? Arthur would believe it!" said the knight.

"Let's just keep riding." Scowled Merlin.

Brynn and Percival exchanged smirks, then looked away. Percival was embarrassed and Brynn didn't want to send the wrong signals. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she couldn't return them either. It was better he got over her and found someone suitable and able to share his feelings. After all, if she ever had been caught with magic, it would be trouble for him as well should he learn.

They had reached Camelot, and told the story Brynn and Percival chose, much to Merlin's chagrin.

Arthur surveyed the three of them, and spoke in his usual style of annoyance around Merlin. "Merlin, you sure like those taverns. Well, that is no excuse for slacking off! Looks like you need to work the drink off. I know, the stables have not been cleaned for days! Hop to it."

Merlin groaned and glared at Brynn and Percival. Percival cracked a smile, and Brynn chuckled. She almost giggled but she wouldn't dare be caught doing so. That was for frilly ladies. Meanwhile, Arthur suggested the other two see Gauis. This discomforted Brynn, she didn't want to be alone with Percival but it would be foolish to say anything.

Gaius, as they knew he would, required that they rest and recover. So Brynn and Percival went their separate ways and found their warm beds. It was much to Brynn's relief, not just because of her admirer, but she felt an overwhelming shame at what happened. Tears flowed onto her pillows.