[ Arthur's content to sit in silence, even after Merlin starts healing him. He'd protested with all the others that tried, but he knows better than to bother here, instead allowing Merlin's ministrations with only a quiet hiss as the sling shifts. He might've lost the arm entirely had they been in Camelot and not Asgard.
The thought makes his brows furrow deeper, though he keeps his lips firmly pursed and head tilted back, away. Not here, but not there either. Just off in the distance, where the war still wages. ]
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The thought makes his brows furrow deeper, though he keeps his lips firmly pursed and head tilted back, away. Not here, but not there either. Just off in the distance, where the war still wages. ]