There was something very different in the air, lately. It felt to Nimue like some kind of buzzing, electric almost. She could feel herself getting stronger, not wearing out so easily. When she'd rescued Mordred, simple teleportation had nearly drained her dry. Teleportation was something she'd known even before meeting Merlin. It was part of her fey nature, and should have come easily to her. She had thought perhaps her broken fate was chipping away at her natural abilities.
Now, though, everything was coming back in full force. She felt more like herself than she had in a while. Of course, there were side effects to reconnecting with her fey nature.
Nimue opened the door for Merlin, her fingers gripping the knob tightly. She couldn't just pounce on him. He was young and she needed to be delicate with him. She was clothed in a tight dress--not entirely inappropriate, but certainly more revealing than Merlin had seen her in. "Merlin," she breathed with a smile.