Arthur stared at him, his initial joy at seeing his servant - friend? - giving way to the confusion that was usual any time he'd thought about Merlin in the months that he'd been here. And that had been often. He felt as if he'd had to go back and examine everything that had happened since Merlin arrived in Camelot, and he had had the time to do it. Despite the time he'd spent thinking about it, though, he had no idea what to say to Merlin now he was standing in front of him.