Have you ever thought that your nightmares were different than his? Arthur's bad dreams consisted of things like, letting his father down, falling off of his horse, getting beaten on the training field. He didn't see terrible things.

Arthur huffed at her, when she told him she was staying as opposed to really asking and it wasn't like he was going to kick her out but she could be a lady about it.

"Don't hog all the blankets," he told her snottily. Gaius's words rung in his head and a wave of guilt washed over him. "Was it really that bad?"