Emrys did not stir again, remaining still throughout the entirety of the journey back to Camelot; he would have appeared dead if not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His head fell limply back against Arthur's chest as the prince carried him to Gaius' chambers, his arms hanging from his sides like a ragdoll's, and he looked almost peaceful. Gaius looked up from his work when the door to his chambers opened, and his eyes widened at the sight of Prince Arthur holding an injured young man in his arms.

[b]"What on Earth happened?"[/b] he demanded, getting to his feet and guiding Arthur over to a cot next to his desk, instructing the blonde to place Emrys on it. He didn't wait for an answer, immediately getting to work. He examined the young man's wound, muttering to himself, before grabbing a clean cloth and some bandages. [b]"Get me a bowl of water will you?"[/b] he huffed, placing the items on the cot next to Emrys before shuffling over to his desk, picking up a mortar and pestle and various herbs. [b]"I need to clean the wound."[/b]

Once the prince had left to fetch some water, Gaius used a knife to gently cut off Emrys' shirt. His eyes widened when he spotted the druid mark on the young man's uninjured shoulder, and he quickly hid the mark by wrapping a few bandages around it. [i]This boy is in danger, and not just because of his injury,[/i] the old man thought uneasily as he awaited Arthur's return. Meanwhile, Emrys stayed completely unconscious and unaware.