[ Is she insisting on that? Psyche takes a deeper breath and pats her cheeks a few times, trying to force herself to think clearly. The look Waltaquin is giving her makes her try to conjure a brief, watery smile. ]

You mean, in case anyone plans for that? Maybe... But even if it's not as restrictive as a curfew, shouldn't we at least know when to worry about each other? I can't help thinking that if we'd found Merlin sooner, I might have been able to heal him in time.