[ He's only a few steps behind her, waving his own wand to add a few lights to join hers - the colour just a little more orange, because he couldn't help himself. He looked fit - he'd obviously been busy - and there were plenty of bruises - but otherwise he looked no worse for wear. Well. Other than the shoulder feathers. ]

Why, you gonna tell me that they were wrong? [ He asked, his voice a fond tease. ]

Merlin knows I wanted to come find you. Think I'm gonna demand no solo missions for a little while.

[ He stepped up next to her, but rather than reach out for her as a large part of him wanted to do, he leaned over the bath and tapped his wand against it instead, a thin silvery liquid slipping into the water, causing it to foam and bubble as it filled. ]