Morgana had wanted to speak with Merlin before she had began watching the series that seemed to record many of the important aspects of the past few years, in an Arthur and Merlin-centric manner. However, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that her motive behind that had shifted completely. Before where there would have been further anger, hard questions, and a betrayl still fresh on her mind; now it was different. The sense of betrayal was still there but it wasn't as sharp as a newly inflicted injury. It was hard to push it away because, well, he had poisoned her. Even though it hadn't been done to her specifically, it would have if time had gone on as it had suppose to for her. Nevertheless, despite this, a sense came through. Sense and new knowledge.
With watching the show, Morgana found it increasingly difficult to remain angry with someone who sacrificed his life for them at every turn. After watching 'Sins of the Father' she had fallen into her own thoughts. With the realization that Merlin always attempted to do what he felt was best to protect Arthur. There wasn't a way that she would blame him that. She could, if she really thought about it, but she wouldn't. Merlin had risked his life to save Gwen. He went against his own emotions, justified feelings against Uther to keep Arthur from commiting an act that he would have never forgiven himself for. Killing his father -- Uther deserved so much after all he had done; however, for Arthur to be the one to do it would have been horrible. Morgana knew that it would have changed him.
So. She owed him. In a way. Morgana owed him for taking care of Arthur, Gwen, her people in a way that she should have. In a way that she hadn't because even she saw how preoccupied with herself she had been. How distant a version of herself had grown. While she didn't want to admit to herself that she would willingly put all of that in danger without a valid reason, Morgana was seeing it with her own eyes. And she knew herself. Her reasons might have been valid but in the eyes of the spectator rather than the actor, she was slowly fearing that they might not have been worth it.
There had actually been some debating and uncertainty before she managed to convince herself to go to Merlin and Arthur's apartment. There was a small part of her that didn't want to forgive him. At all. And before she recieved all the facts. Before she watched her 'episode' of her own betrayl of Camelot. That part of her was still angry. Was a bit resentful. Was a bit bitter about the fact that his priorities seemed to be much better than hers. Yet, even with all of that. The greater part of her just no longer wanted to be angry with him. Morgana did quite well with her grudges but they never lasted for too long. Even with Uther she ended up forgiving him, at some point or the other. He just had this wonderful tendency of reminding her spectacularly what a fool she was for even giving him a third chance, let alone a second. Arthur and her made it a skill of getting under each other skin and apologizing through actions and muttered sorries. And Gwen and Gaius ... well, she was never angry with them. Morgana just didn't like being angry with those she cared about. Merlin, included. Especially when she understood why.
Knocking on the door, she waited. "Arthur's sick?" She repeated more of her own purposes, then because she doubted him. Of course, Arthur was sick. After all that trouble they'd all gone through in attempting to convince him. Not that it wasn't highly hypocritcal for her to even think such thoughts. She hadn't even gotten hers yet. "I can go out and get something for his fever later." She offered, mostly sincerely and mostly to avoid his question. It was late but she could convince someone to get her a ride.
Hesitating just slightly, she said, "I didn't come here for, Arthur. Though thank you for telling me. I actually came here to talk to you."