[Sleeping in the lake... Did that mean that Arthur...? Was Arthur dead back home, too?
Oh.
She can't help but think of all the times when she spoke to him about a future, once he's gone from Kiseki. About him making a better Camelot for people like her, like Merlin... Now those sad expressions that covered his face whenever she spoke about it make sense. And now she feels like an idiot for not noticing it sooner.
Yet it was a relief... Knowing that even if things followed their natural course, even if they didn't get brought to Kiseki... Then they would still know each other. And she likes to think that they would become friends, just like now, too.
Freya manages to smile a little and then puts her hand over his.]
I'm really glad we are getting this chance, Arthur. To be alive and... happy.