[Merlin ends the feed with little more than a mumbled "all right," and heads straight to the Arena. He slides into the space beside Arthur some eight or so minutes later.]
You're injured...
[With a frown, Merlin reaches over, running a hand lightly--it's little more than a butterfly's caress--down Arthur's injured arm, mending it as he goes. He gives takes to the task of untying the makeshift sling and tugging off with silent concentration.]
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You're injured...
[With a frown, Merlin reaches over, running a hand lightly--it's little more than a butterfly's caress--down Arthur's injured arm, mending it as he goes. He gives takes to the task of untying the makeshift sling and tugging off with silent concentration.]