Merlin had had a truly delightful time at the dance, fascinated as he was by cultures and societal norms of the future. His head was saturated with the sights, sounds, and unexpected pleasures of the evening, and he whistled on and off as he strolled up the street, taking pleasure in roaming the new village. Whenever he missed his own time, all he had to do was take a look around and appreciate the true miracle that was this place and all it brought them. Never before had magic seen such a thing, and he was honoured to bear witness.
He heard a woman singing nearby, and he paused as he spotted her lying on the ground, several thoughts going through his mind at once. Was she lost? Injured? Inebriated? Did she want to be left alone? It was impossible to tell sometimes, and because Merlin was the sort who helped whenever he could, he made his way toward her, his soft leather shoes barely making a sound. As soon as he recognised her, he grinned.
"Good evening, Lady Bee," said Merlin cheerfully, peering down at the woman on the ground. "I see you have found your own form of entertainment for the evening. May I join you?"