"Right." Arthur agreed. Merlin was one of the few people he trusted without question. Well, with fewer questions than most other people got when they sought his trust. He was genuinely glad to have him there. "We do."
"My father's probably going mental, you realise," Arthur said, attempting to make conversation. "I wonder what excuse we should come up with for when we get home." There wasn't a case of if they would get home. As far as Arthur was concerned they would. It might just take a while.