Arthur hadn't been back to camp in a few weeks, and you were starting to get worried.

You lost countless nights of sleep thinking about what Arthur could bee doing and whether or not he was in danger.

Soon though, he had rode back into camp.

As soon as his boots met the dirt you were running to greet him, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.

"Uh-" he caught you. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes." He muttered, holding you tightly.