[Merlin bosses royalty around and gets away with it, so teaching him manners is going to be a long and arduous process. He doesn't so much as glance at Rosalind-as-Robert as he hands over the canteen and immediately starts away to help someone else. The man's upright and clean unlike a great number of these tired and haggard deserters, which is enough for Merlin to enlist help and then dash away busily.
So he doesn't keep an eye on his draft pick except to look around every so often and notice, while he's looking for the next person to help. Eventually he'll have to go and thank him properly, he really intends to, before he's so tired leaning over his latest charge that he almost dozes off mid-explanation of the sore throat the man sitting on the ground has to tell him about.]
What? But— [But a sore throat! He could make a tea with so many good herbs in it! Except that he wobbles a little when he turns to look at who's come to get him, and even the man sitting there with a sore throat motions now for him to go. Nooo...]
Alright. Alright, only for a couple minutes. [Here, he'll wobble to his feet. A beat.] Thank you for helping with the water and things.
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So he doesn't keep an eye on his draft pick except to look around every so often and notice, while he's looking for the next person to help. Eventually he'll have to go and thank him properly, he really intends to, before he's so tired leaning over his latest charge that he almost dozes off mid-explanation of the sore throat the man sitting on the ground has to tell him about.]
What? But— [But a sore throat! He could make a tea with so many good herbs in it! Except that he wobbles a little when he turns to look at who's come to get him, and even the man sitting there with a sore throat motions now for him to go. Nooo...]
Alright. Alright, only for a couple minutes. [Here, he'll wobble to his feet. A beat.] Thank you for helping with the water and things.