[She had at times, when peering through the veil, gotten a sense that Arthur missed her. Of course she did. But what she had seen, he had been happy enough. The nanny minded him well and got him friends and activities outside of the house and the watching eye of his father as much as she could.

It was no replacement for a missing sister, to be sure, but the idea that they thought her actually dead settled strangely in her stomach now that she knew for sure the cover story the fae had made for her vanishing act.

Morgana turns her head and looks at Arthur, who looks a little flustered.]

Well, I did. I saw the man walk you into the garden and you never came out again. Anything could have happened to you, Morgana. [Yet he had somehow been so sure that somehow she was alive that despite the "evidence" he could never actually lay the memory to bed.

And so, here they were.

A moment later, Morgana takes his hand and squeezes it. Her hand feels so small compared to his now, when hers used to envelop his childish, stubby fingers.]

I didn't know anyone else could see him, or that you were watching or I would never... [She swallows.]

You boys must be hungry. Or thirsty? I can sort something out for you while you are here.