"Something like that," Gwaine smirks, pulling back again.
Leaving the chambers, he goes first back out to the training ground. Arthur, it seems, has grown bored of waiting, and has already started putting Lancelot, Percival and Leon through their paces, along with several other knights the king has deemed worthy of fighting for Camelot at the end of the week.
"Elyan sends his apologies," Gwaine tells the king. "But you have run him into the ground and he can't get out of bed." He's not being completely fair - it's his flu that's sent his friend to bed, more than Arthur's gruelling drills, but Gwaine's an addict for dramatics. And he feels safe in the knowledge that no serious harm will befall him for talking back to the king.
Before he can be admonished in any way, he's turning back towards the castle, this time heading to the kitchen for one of Cook's medicinal brews. Flagon in hand, he finally returns to Elyan's chambers, setting the potent mix of alcoholic beverages down on the bedside cabinet.
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Leaving the chambers, he goes first back out to the training ground. Arthur, it seems, has grown bored of waiting, and has already started putting Lancelot, Percival and Leon through their paces, along with several other knights the king has deemed worthy of fighting for Camelot at the end of the week.
"Elyan sends his apologies," Gwaine tells the king. "But you have run him into the ground and he can't get out of bed." He's not being completely fair - it's his flu that's sent his friend to bed, more than Arthur's gruelling drills, but Gwaine's an addict for dramatics. And he feels safe in the knowledge that no serious harm will befall him for talking back to the king.
Before he can be admonished in any way, he's turning back towards the castle, this time heading to the kitchen for one of Cook's medicinal brews. Flagon in hand, he finally returns to Elyan's chambers, setting the potent mix of alcoholic beverages down on the bedside cabinet.
"Get that down you," he tells his friend.