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[Cass has always been something of a tosser and turner when it comes to sleeping, but for the most part it's cut down in the time she's been sleeping in Merlin's bed. It still happens every now and then, mostly when she's finding a new way to sleep, so it's not really that surprising when she turns over and smacks her communicator hard enough to knock it onto the floor.

The surprising part? It turns itself on. Good morning, Bargians! You now have the view of what's under Merlin's bed and the sounds of someone waking up.]

Did you... hear thud?

[There's the sound of someone else waking up and some 'I forgot how to talk overnight' mmphing noises.]

No…? Did you? [A short pause.] Stupid question, sorry.

[And now there's rustling sheets, the blanket that was hanging down from the bed gets pulled up a little as Cass rolls over.]

Allowed those in morning. Brain's still... waking up. Sleep good?

Yes, I did. [There is what you could probably call a kissing noise but it's muffled; his voice goes a bit quieter.] Better, now. You?

[The answer doesn't come right away, the only thing that can be heard is a content sigh and the sounds someone making herself very comfortable.]

Told you, always sleep better... with you there. But, guess we have... to get up, now.

[She doesn't sound very enthusiastic about this idea.]

Not yet. It's only…I…don't know what the time is. [Merlin stifles a yawn.] Shouldn't it say on your…

[The bed creaks a little as he leans over, then back.]

I think you knocked your communicator under the bed, hold on.

[A long, thin hand and the hem of a white tunic appear at the edge of the camera frame as he does some rummaging around the mess of clothes and books.]

[When he doesn't find it right away, Cass goes on her own search. More leaning and creaking and then-]

Found it.

[The perspective shifts to show Cass propped on her elbow, one side of her hair mussed from sleep, before she passes the communicator over to Merlin so he can tell them what time it is.]

Thanks.

[He's sitting up now, still a bit untidy; it is briefly apparent that under his old timey tunic he's wearing black pyjama bottoms with a yellow Bat-symbol on the left leg.]

Oh, that's not bad, it's -

[Something becomes apparent and he blinks, then blushes unflatteringly and turns the camera toward the wall in defence of Cassandra's modesty even though she's basically fully dressed.]

- erm. Turned on.

[Cass sounds very, very amused when she speaks.]

Should say good morning, Merlin. [Taking her own advice, Cass leans so she can look into the camera and waves, completely ruining the point of Merlin's directing the communicator away from her.] Morning, Barge!

[There is an extremely muffled sound that might be 'good morning' from where Merlin has his spare hand over his face, just about visible in the periphery, and then the feed stops recording.]

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[What, he's not a child of a divorced couple, no one gets visiting rights on him.

He is confused though, by the knock. Since Merlin clearly doesn't do that anymore, and he doesn't think Arya is coming around for a chat and he can't think of anyone else that knows he's here. Sorry for the puzzled look, Cass, when he opens the door but that's just how it goes.]

Hello?

[It's not a surprise, she knew this would happen, but it's still kind of a let down when all she reads from him is confusion and unfamiliarity. But that doesn't matter, she can make friends with him all over again, he's important to her. So she smiles at him even though he has no idea who she is.]

Hi. Figured... we should meet in person. Instead of... you seeing me on network. I'm Cass.

[You know, that girl in bed with Merlin.]

[Arthur narrows his eyes a little, because she seems more familiar than that, he can't even tell if he got a clear look at the girl from the... thing. He recognizes the name from his talk with Merlin though but even that doesn't feel right.]

Ah, yes. Did we... meet before?

[It's kind of weird, watching body language shift from who are you why are you here to what she's seeing now. Watching him figure it out would be interesting if it wasn't so painful to be constantly losing people, hoping they'd come back somehow and getting the same face staring at you blankly.

She's tired of it, but at least here there's hope and it doesn't take months.]

Yes. We were friends, before.

[Arthur nods slightly. That has to be it. Some of his memories have to be coming back.]

Would you like to come in?

[She nods and steps inside, keeps her hands to herself even though she would like to hug him.]

What do you... remember, from before?

Not much. [Arthur sounds as frustrated as he looks.] I remember Arya. After she kicked me.

[Cass frowns sympathetically because as frustrated as he looks, she's getting it twofold when she reads his body language.]

Well, I won't kick, promise. [For now anyway.]

You were here... for awhile, before. Longer than me. You should probably... let people know you're here. We missed you.

[She really means she missed him, but she'll keep that to herself until he's got all his memories back.]

I don't want to disappoint anyone. [Arthur says, continuing to stare at her, as he tries to figure her out.]

[She almost feels like she has something on her face from the way he's staring but she knows that's not actually what's going on here.]

We carved faces on pumpkins, once.

[And just like that, like magic to use the term even though Arthur himself dislikes it on principle, he remembers her. He remembers the face in a pumpkin that looked nothing like him, the late night visit after Merlin left, the hugs she insists on giving him, everything.]

You did the carving, I watched.

[There, finally he knows her. She grins and launches herself at him, hugging him tightly and maybe possibly almost knocking him over. She's just glad to really have him back, okay?]

I remember. I missed you.

[And there's the hugging again. Arthur's stiff only because he feels so guilty for forgetting her in the first place, for going home and never once thinking about her.]

Cassandra... I am.. so sorry.

[She'll just have to hug him a little tighter then, to make sure he knows she's not upset by it. If anything, she's getting used to no one remembering her after they leave.]

Not your fault. You're back, now. Focus on that.

[That isn't something someone should ever become used to, because it shouldn't happen in the first place, and if he really didn't remember his distrust of this Admiral before, he's well aware of it now.]

For now. Unless the Admiral changes his mind again.

[With a frown, she pulls back to look up at him.]

Thinking that way... doesn't help anything.

[Arthur frees himself from the hug completely now.]

It's true, isn't it? Merlin said I didn't choose to go before. Why should tomorrow be any different?

[Well, now she's frowning because this is just not impressive at all.]

Gonna give up, then? Just- wait to disappear? Sit in here... being bitter?

[Arthur frowns at her slightly. Mostly just for calling him out on his behavior. Merlin does that. So does Guinevere.]

I don't like that we're at his mercy. And we've never seen him before.

[Just call her Merlivere.]

Me either. But options are... cope, or leave. I pick cope.

[Well when you phrase it that way.]

I suppose I do too.

Good.

[She's just going to hug you again don't mind her.]

What else... do you remember?

[What even. We need to work on controlling you. Arthur sighs like it's a great labor to be hugged by her, but he's not pushing her away either.]

Not much, honestly.

[Of course he's not, secretly he likes being hugged.]

What happened at home, then?

It's been peaceful. The kingdom has flourished with Guinevere as its queen. [And because they haven't heard anything from Morgana until recently.]

Morgana's alive. We thought she'd died years ago.

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