Merlin was blubbering.
He did that so often now that nobody asked why, even Gwen.
But no one was there anyway, he thought. He was bathing in the wash-tub Gaius had left out (he never had learnt to hint subtly), letting tears plop down into the water. Plop, plop, plop.
"Merlin? What's wrong?"
Merlin screamed and jumped up, stark naked, but the room was empty. He glanced at the bathwater.
"Freya."
She giggled.
It wasn't easy, having a girlfriend who communicated by spontaneously appearing in pools of water. In fact, it was so difficult that Merlin started crying again.