"Daddy, you okay?" Amy asked, helping Merlin pat his face with the wet towel while he coughed. "Don't drink so fast," she told him sternly, clearly repeating something she had been told.
Nimue was entirely too amused. She stroked Amy's hair while the girl fussed over Merlin. "It shouldn't be hard. There isn't too much to move, but help is always appreciated," she told Melora. Nimue had been used to travel, so she didn't have too many things. Merlin didn't even live here, so his possessions were limited, too. Mordred's belongings probably accounted for most of their stuff, just because Nimue doted on the boy and tended to buy him nice things. "I imagine I'll need more help shopping for these two than we will moving."