Merlin meant well, Gwen knows that much, and if anything it softened the blow of all this. She can only hope Arthur wont be too upset when he sees him next.

Hearing it from Arthur didn't make it any less confusing. Neither of them could surely be expected to go on with life the way they had back in their respective times. Things change, people grow up, past loves are forgotten. She could still feel the sting of Lancelot's departure, still see the hurt on Arthur's face when he put everything together, still hear the petty things he said.

"Arthur..." she started, taking a step closer to him while she tried to find the right words to fill the silence. A moment passed, thought it felt like an eternity, and she dropped her gaze down to the floor, a small smile forming on her lips. "They must all think you're daft, making a noble of a maid."