[ Gods. Gods, he'd led the damned charge on the camp under the premise they'd taken her against her will, and she was only seeking answers. Answers that no one else would give, answers he wasn't even aware she needed at the time.

Arthur feels as though he might be ill.

But that's not a matter for Morgana to concern herself with, it's not of her doing. He grits his teeth and tenses, but continues on anyhow. ]

Useless at all turns.

[ He will have to speak with Merlin on this later on. For now, though, he keeps his brows furrowed and looks upon her gravely. ]

You have to know I would never have let Father harm you, Morgana. Or - [ He swallows and shakes his head. ] - if you had truly wished to leave, I ... I could have helped you.

[ The idea does not sit well with him: losing her, even to ones that could offer greater sanctuary. Even still, if she had willed it ... he would have seen it done. ]

I will do anything to protect you. You must know this.