I jolted slightly as I was pulled from my dream. One of my oldest, and fondest memories. Except for Arthur being hurt. Seeing Arthur not moving gave me terror greater than I have ever felt. Rivaling the time when I told Uther about my magic. Days from so long ago. My head was on soft silk, enticing me to take another nap. A hand on my head, slowly running through my hair reminded me where I was. 