Apparently Guinevere's words to Arthur made sense to the young king. He even made the claim that he wasn't the type to focus on game mechanics. His words were interesting to a certain point, he claimed that he wished to follow innovators. Ah, he must mean his sisters... that was the only thing which could make legitimate sense. "Good, those who focus too much on game mechanics tend to hurt themselves not realizing they must deal with strain on their actual bodies," she said, regurgitating a fact she'd once been given by Nerys, who had apparently in her youth dealt with healing people with those sorts of problems. As they rounded the corner, Guinevere took in the look of something interesting... ah, this was one of those things you didn't see very often, a circle for transportation. Her brows raised gently as she wondered over this method of transportation specifically about how it would work at getting into Maurenia. "This took a lot of preparation, I can tell. You could have gotten more help you know, Sir Dagonet..." she mentioned casually. "You do know Maurenia is surrounded by a barrier right? You wouldn't really want to get tossed into it..." she said as she studied the sets of crystals still apparently hand in hand with Arthur. Ah, such a thing had completely slipped her mind. Was that comfort?

It seemed this dance between Elyan and Emilia was escalating. As she grabbed onto the back of his neck, he grabbed on to hers as well. Tingles spread throughout her head and scalp, she was admittedly lightheaded but not in an unpleasant way. More pleasantries were to come it would seem, as Sir Elyan's tongue reached out brushing against her bottom lip as well. 'REALLY?!' the thought was practically pounding in her head. Surely, this wasn't just some tit for tat, situation. He couldn't actually be just getting back at her for some ill-conceived slight? They weren't fighting of this she was sure. They were... locked in a battle just the same though. That sensation across her lips, the forceful meetings of their mouths, this was all almost too much for Emilia. If she thought too much about it, she might actually pass out from overstimulation. She didn't want to fight more though, she wanted... to enjoy it. She couldn't stop the movements of her lips as contact was made, and those small sounds rose from a place in her throat only to be trapped against his lips. Her body was soon found, pressed against his, she couldn't help but move closer, fingers dancing along the back of the lad's neck as she continued. When would it stop? Surely he didn't actually want this... the same way she did?

Speaking of unsure interactions, the one taking place in Avalon between Merlin and his sister's clone was such a thing. He didn't know how he would behave, and she, seemed to be remembering truths previously buried. He bantered with her, teasing her lack of memory and her previous ignorance, feigned or otherwise of this very situation. She hadn't wanted him to take responsibility, he still didn't really understand what that meant. "I remember everything..." she said succinctly. "Now is now... you did this, you're responsible," she stated as if it was a sound bit of logic. It was the truth, even after thousands of years, she hadn't actually forgotten anything. Keeping the proper distance and sibling relationship between them had been harder to do than she would have realized. The space between them over millennia might have let her keep it, if life hadn't left her experiencing the most extreme of withdrawals. Just like taking a drug, a single taste was enough to send her spiraling out of control. She was already so lonely, it was obvious she'd never actually get the happiness she sought, and with an endless life, why did it matter if she accepted this? If there was nothing else for her, then it wasn't a problem right? Ah, this was the logic of someone without an out, an emotionally damaged girl seeking anything that didn't simply add the guilt of another existence to her consciousness. She was escaping, into the loins of her brother as he escaped into hers... just like old times. They rolled eventually, her legs going back without even the slightest bit of discomfort. Flat on her back, this version of Merlyn took repeated pushes forward, more deep dives into her core. She moaned at the attention and she appreciated it, even as it ate away at her soul. Right at the edges, of their constant eye contact, a battle was taking place between her knowledge and the moment. But how sweet, right just now, the moment was winning as her body tightened around him, as those deep pushes shoved her towards the abyss, she could forget all things, for now. The blankness developed in those glowing sclera, she could almost do it, while surrendering completely to that sensation...

At the same time, Merlyn was experiencing exactly what she'd prefer. Someone else whose body gave to her all the things she needed. Sir Cador didn't seem to have any more control than Merlyn herself. His hips chased movements, while his mind seemed to lose track of anything that it deemed unimportant. He wanted to be asked this question later? Those glowing eyes of Merlyn's shifted to her side to look at him. "Oh, we're making a lot of assumptions that I'd make a marked effort to see you with wit again, Sir Cador~" she bantered cheekily. The shift she'd presented in position, left him pivoting into her from below, the gentle shift of the bed, being one of the main factors of his movements. How nice. Just a little movement against her walls at a gentle placing would just as easily help her reach fruition. If she was being honest, she didn't require much right now to desire a claim of satisfaction. She moved her own hips as well, she clutched at him internally while he knocked her around this way. He was also holding her, by her torso clutching onto her seemingly without much thought, but it was exactly the right thing to do. She pecked the side of his face as a follow up to her previous lick, at the same time, she reached climax and moaned her finish. Still more... what more? A shift, gentle though it might be, she pushed backwards against the man aiming to send his back against the waving mattress. She'd dislodge him only momentarily while hovering over him. Another new view was offered, as Merlyn sank onto Sir Cador's manhood backwards, lodging him within her person, at an angle previously unexplored.