For Merlin, ever since seeing that house the other day he had felt as though something new was on the horizon, some sort of feeling that he wasn't used to considering how long it had been since he had been graced with a vision. The natural inclination, once he had heard that the construct he had seen was indeed somebody's dwelling, was to offer his assistance.
He was now waiting, unaware of the name of the woman he had offered aid to but feeling no reason to worry. As far as he was concerned, it was his duty to help others of his kind he could find, and by his kind he meant both immortal and older. For all his young facade, he was aware of how old he truly was, and wondered if his guest would be able to see such things as well.
Hearing the door buzzer, Merlin both hit the button to let her in and also made his way out into the hallway in order to meet her as she arrived. He remembered her saying that she had been feeling under the weather, and wanted to make sure that she made it inside alright. He had prepared a nourishing broth and cleaned out his spare room, hoping that these gestures would help.
Heading down the stairs, he kept an eye out for his guest. Once he saw her, a woman who looked both older and a little lost, he rushed forward to meet her and assist her back to his apartment. "Madam, I believe I am the man you're looking for. Please, come with me."
(OOC: I am so sorry, I thought I responded yesterday but when my computer froze it must have can celled out.)