"Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," she murmured. "You think too much sometimes, you know that?" she brushed her fingers over his brow, pouting a little. The Merlin she used to know thought too much, too, but he wasn't afraid to touch her.
She shook her head, having a hard time imagining how things could get worse. "I don't know. I guess... I could try to go there," she said, sounding hesitant. "I tried before and couldn't. But maybe something's changed." She frowned. "I just.. I'm scared. After breaking my fate.. What if someone powerful is angry with me? Or what if I get a new fate? What if I can't break it this time? What if the old one comes back?" See? Thinking was awful.