Morgana opened her eyes, momentarily confused about where she was, then realized she was in Camelot- more specifically, in Gaius's room. She sat up and looked around, and saw Gaius asleep on his cot. It was probably night then, and she slowly got up and walked quietly towards the door.
"Hello, Morgana," came Merlin's voice from behind her, and she froze, her hand on the door. She turned around to see Merlin standing at the top of the steps leading to his room. "Going somewhere?"
Morgana sneered. "It's your business what I do now?" she asked.
"Well, I want to make sure you're adjusting all right," he replied.
"Adjusting to what?" she asked.
"Not having magic," he said gravely.
Morgana stared at him in shock. She reached for her magic, but nothing was there. It wasn't like before, where she could feel a block against her magic- there was just nothing. He'd taken her magic.
She sank against the door, rage and grief building inside her. She wanted to lash out, to destroy him in her fury, but she couldn't- she couldn't do anything except sob in anger.
She heard him walking over, and he sat down next to her. She glared at him through tear-stained eyes, but he just stared back at her, his face expressionless. His eyes betrayed belied his indifference, though- they were immeasurably sad.
"I'm sorry, Morgana," he whispered after a while.
"Sorry doesn't make anything better," she whispered harshly back.
"I know," he said. "But I still am sorry. I wish things could be different."
Morgana only glared at him in response. Eventually he said, "It's late, and you should get some sleep. Arthur will probably want to talk to you in the morning." With that, he got up and went back to his room, closing the door.