Merlin laughed jovially at her reaction. "My pants are firmly on, I assure you," he said, quite pleased. It never got old hearing his name used in vain, although it did still shock him.
Her request made his grin widen, and he did as she'd asked, removing his shoes and feeling the cool, wet grass between his toes. "It has been quite a long time since I've done this. A pity, truly." He lay down beside her and stretched happily, his muscles aching pleasantly after all of the strange dancing he had done that evening. Perhaps he had not quite fit in with the others, but he had enjoyed himself nonetheless.
He wasn't blind to her pensive mood, and he gave her as much silence as she needed. Gazing at the stars was, as it happened, one of his very favourite things to do, and he would lay here all night if she wanted. "I had a lovely time, thank you," he said once she spoke. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and, upon seeing the single tear, he pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her wordlessly.
"Did you enjoy yourself as well, Lady Bridget?" He was only vaguely aware of the connection she had to the others from his time, prone as he was to staying away from that kind of trouble, but it was obvious to him something was truly wrong.