The golden tint faded as the various items rested in place, turning to look back at Arthur's reaction to the display. It was hard to gauge when Arthur didn't say anything. His expression didn't show any outright anger, disgust, fear, or anything. He just seemed to be -- watching, taking it in.
"Arthur," He bit his lip. "Magic. It isn't like what your father thinks. It's not all bad." Merlin tried to point out, wanting to be sure that the prince knew that. Though he had the feeling that Arthur already did.
"And it's not like anything has really changed..."