[Merlin usually comes up to the deck for some air after his Infirmary shift, or a long time spent reading in the library. It helps him re-centre himself, to clear his mind, to find a sense of perspective. What he finds today is a young man (maybe ten years his junior?) in bloodied clothes, obviously wounded and bone-tired, and Merlin recalls sharply how he looked himself when he arrived on the Barge not two months before.
He also remembers how utterly incapable he was of accepting the kindness of strangers, but that's no reason not to offer.
His approach is slow, cautious. He doesn't want to present a threat.]
...Hello. Have you arrived here today?
[He looks very like someone else he's seen around ship, he realises, but his colouring is a little different. ]
Spam - Deck
He also remembers how utterly incapable he was of accepting the kindness of strangers, but that's no reason not to offer.
His approach is slow, cautious. He doesn't want to present a threat.]
...Hello. Have you arrived here today?
[He looks very like someone else he's seen around ship, he realises, but his colouring is a little different. ]