After he was finished packing, Merlin went back down to Morgana's cell. She was still sleeping, and Merlin took a moment to observe her. Her face held none of its usual malice in sleep. With a sigh, Merlin knocked on the cell door.
"Morgana, wake up," said Merlin. Morgana stirred, then sat up in the bed, her face becoming angry again.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"You're coming with us to rescue King Rodor," replied Merlin. "So get ready- we're leaving soon."
"I need clothes from the Princess's chambers," said Morgana.
"Then I'll escort you there," said Merlin. His eyes flashed gold, and the cell door swung open.
"You're powerful," said Morgana as she stood up.
"Of course I am," answered Merlin. "How do you think I've managed to survive this long?" He extended his arm to her, his smile slightly bitter, and Morgana took it.
Once they were at Mithian's chambers, Merlin supervised Morgana on what to bring. He caught her trying to smuggle stuff into her baggage twice. The third time she tried to do it, Merlin grasped her arm.
"Morgana, if you keep doing that, I'm going to ask Arthur to delay the trip so we can deal with you," he said. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," replied Morgana shakily. "I understand."
"Also, keep this in mind- if you screw up during this rescue mission, your fate leaves my hands for Arthur's. Is that absolutely clear?"
"Yes, Merlin," said Morgana.