He gives a soft smile when guarded becomes wonder. He knows it’s probably not so wise to show his magic but he had to been summoned here by magic and his rescuer doesn’t seem too put off by magic. And he swore he had heard music that was just so soothing to his injuries.

The butterflies fade and Merlin smiles at his rescuer once more, hoping his reckless display of magic wouldn’t...cause trouble.

“...I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says quietly. But his rescuer, his benefactor, seems harmless enough. A contemplative look passes over his face as he purses his lips. Maybe...maybe he could try a spell on his own.