Shit. Zacharias thought that Merlin was going to wobble backwards and pitch over the edge of the balcony. Which would be bad. "What?" he said, and he leaned down when Merlin fell to his knees. Looping an arm around him to drag him to his feet.
"You're joking," he said, and then he inhaled and realized it was something else entirely. "You're drunk," he said, making a bit of a face as he inhaled the scent of alcohol. Either Merlin was drunk, or he had taken a bath in a distillary.