Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur is worried about Gwen.
Word Count: 287
Prompt: 431 In winter the dark creeps up on you.
Merlin turned from the workbench and jumped when he saw Arthur sitting at the table. "Back again?"
"I never left." Arthur sighed. "Is this all you do these days? Make potions and read those books. You're very boring, Merlin."
"I go on patrol with Percival tomorrow morning. That should be exciting." Merlin went to look for something on the shelf.
"Yes. I suppose it would." Arthur sighed.
"Go haunt Gwen for a while. I need to get this potion finished. Gaius has a patient with palsy of the liver and it's getting worse. He's there now and I need to take this to him as soon as its finished."
"Gwen can't see me. All she does is cry and I can't make her feel better because I'm dead."
"What's it like to be dead?" Merlin found the tincture he was looking for and went back to the bench.
Arthur shrugged. "It's dark. So very dark. You know how in winter the dark creeps up on you? It's that same cold darkness when your dead."
Merlin looked up from the workbench. "You haven't tried to go through the veil?"
Arthur shook his head. "I want to see my son and know that Guinevere is well and moving on with her life."
"She will never love another." Merlin told him.
"I know. That's not what I mean. She needs to stop crying and find the strength I know she has within her. Camelot needs her to be strong."
"Give her time. She just lost you." Merlin corked the bottle and gave it a shake. "I've got to take this to Gaius." He grabbed his coat as he headed for the door. "Don't worry Arthur."
Arthur nodded and faded away.