Morgana and Merlin are in a cave together and they’re not fighting.
Neither of them are quite sure why. They’re definitely supposed to be fighting, but maybe that’s a reason in and of its self. Both of them have always been terrible at doing what they’re supposed to.
“We used to be friends.” Merlin says.
“You used to have a crush on me.” she snorts.
“Well you had a crush on me too.”
“I did not!” Morgana snaps. She manages to inject just enough offence into her voice that Merlin smiles at her a little like he used to before she learned how to hate.
“Well you would have if you’d known me.”
And, well, Morgana can’t say that he’s wrong exactly.
They keep not fighting. Morgana wonders if flirting is another word for truce.