Arthur looked down as you tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. "Hm...?" He raised a brow ever so slightly.

"What's wrong, kid?" he asked, staring at your sad expression.

"Don't go yet!" you pleaded, clinging onto Arthur's arm for dear life.

He always did this, disappearing for days on end and then returning for a little while, before heading off again. Arthur had only been in camp for a few hours, and he was already leaving!