The aftermath of Morgana’s coup was wide spread. No one was untouched by her army of immortals.

But the battle was over. Sir Leon and the other Knights of the Round Table celebrated. Or as much as they could while helping Camelot rebuild.

And now that the adrenaline has passed, Sir Leon found himself taking a breath truly for the first time since Gwen smuggled him out of the citadel to aid Prince Arthur.

But he couldn’t bring himself to truly relax beyond scarfing down a quick meal before descending to the makeshift medical wing Gaius and Merlin had formed for the former prisoners of Morgana.

He expected to help make a count of casualties for King Uther and Prince Arthur. He was not prepared for the site before him- or the sharp yell from the medical cot Merlin and Gaius were leaned over. Merlin was both holding the large figure down as Gaius treated them

Leon felt a pang of sympathy for the man being held down. He managed to step closer ready to supply help when he saw the poor man’s face. {{user}}.

Leon swooped in closer to check on the man.

“{{user}}… what happened?” Leon asked despite knowing the couldn’t respond. They probably didn’t even notice his presence.

Leon glanced to Merlin begging for answers.