Surely they wouldn't send her to Azkaban as well, especially since it was Merlin himself not wanting to marry her? But she knew that that wasn't the way it worked, regardless if she hoped and wished it was. The weight on her shoulders that she had momentarily gotten rid of was back and she curled her lip in between her teeth. What were they going to do?
"I hear it's nice this time of year," she mused, trying to lighten the situation up a little bit. "As for the girl you love, you should tell her. If we're going to risk paying a fine and eventually Azkaban, I'll feel a lot better about it knowing she knows you really fancy the trousers off her."