“It is odd- to hear of you working in stables when once I would have mocked you for worrying your skirts would tear.” He knows, and always has that she is made of stronger stuff. “But it is good to have work here, I find myself looking to find a place too.” He turned quiet once more, giving them time enough to ensure they have something to drink before them, even if Arthur hardly feels at all like drinking or eating for the nerves in his stomach. “I talk of home, as I want to speak to you on, a number of things.” He offered softly, clearing his throat slowly,
“Things from home, that ..I feel are important that you know.” No, she did not need to know it all and she could not force the words from him, she would never know the truth of some things, but others he would offer. He was hesitant, for a moment but moved on quickly.
“I know you possess magic, Morgana. Just as Merlin does.” He said this with all the calm, and steadiness he had learned in some near four years as King of Camelot. His blue eyes held to her, though there was a certain glassiness to them, as if there was something yet he held back. Magic was Merlin's secret to tell, but he had every indication she already knew of it. “I do not know if he has told you this- ..but as I was to die, he told me. He showed me that he was a sorcerer.” Arthur let out a long breath, as if he had been holding it in since her arrival. He rubbed idly at one wrist with his free hand.
“He taught me- magic may be a force of good, in the right hands.” Morgana's had not been the right hands, she had used her magic for evil, cruel and murderous deeds. She had tried to kill him, and destroy Camelot. He watched her, and only felt all over again the wish that she had not chosen the path she had, he reminded himself for the umpteenth time that things here could be different. He gave her silence, time to process what he had said, ask what she would.