"Please," she says, inclining her head slightly, her expression somewhere between bedazzled and incredibly honoured, her fingers were light against the glass as she, too, sipped at it before handing it back. Her bright wings curved in a little, blocking a little of the sunshine but adding a little of her own.

It was an old tradition that spoke of the winding of bonds between travellers and dearest friends, which felt right like all of this had been. She felt a bit like she was on the edge of an adventure, of something fantastic.

But this was Merlin, after all and she wasn't sure she'd ever get the stars out her eyes.