If anything her frown only deepened as she struggled to remember exactly when the last time she had looked in the mirror had been. "Sometime this afternoon," Morgana answered, finally, gaze meeting Arthur's.
"I put my hair back before I went to the archery range." And she most certainly hadn't noticed anything then. Straining to remember anything at all which hadn't proceeded as she remembered, her eyes darted back to her reflection, leaning in closer to study the neck wounds.
"I don't understand, Arthur." And she didn't like that one bit; didn't like the unknown quantity generated when time and events were missing from her memory.