[Merlin nods. His voice feels like it's catching in his throat--it isn't the most glamorous admission to make to a beautiful young woman. He reaches very carefully out, touching the Fina's wrist. The wrist that belongs to the hand she uses to hold the rose.]

Fina. I-I'm Arthur's servant. [He sounds concerned.] And I've been his servant for two years. Is...that a problem? I know well enough from Arthur that, often, people don't want to be friends with servants.