Gwen had surely remained upright and strong throughout, having lost all those who had once held her, she would have been alone in her grief. Perhaps Gaius had held her close. Merlin hoped he had.
Now it was his turn to hold together someone else, to keep her from shattering apart and dissolving into nothing. Gwen clung to him and together they rocked, swaying with the sorrow of being the two people in all of the world who knew what it was to be loved by Arthur. A gift incandescent in its giving, unbearable in its loss.
they make a new Merlin series in which Arthur has risen in this modern age and Merlin is there (because of course) and it’s up to Merlin to familiarize Arthur with things as they tend to the needs of Albion and beyond.