"No, it's not - I don't know how I got here, or who -- " Merlin looked up at Marian again cautiously, once he was sure she was covered by the blanket, and noticed she seemed upset. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he didn't even know how he got there or who she was. Still he tugged on some clothes, and found a dress for her that he set on the bed.
"I'm really sorry. It's just last night I remember going to bed in my room, and then I woke up here. I don't even know - You're very pretty, but I don't know you. It wouldn't be right..." Merlin turned his back so she could put some clothes on, glancing around in search of anything familiar, trying to figure out how he'd gotten here.