"Of course." Merlin bowed his head to her and smiled, then when she stood, the tea makings rose and winkled to the side, folding, as it were, out and out of sight.

He nodded to her once more, and stood himself, and smiled a little. "I suppose so. For the beginning I need to be near where you will start toward sleep."

He chuckled at her words. "I'll be the soul of discretion, milady." And he touched her arm, and then with one hand on her arm, faded from view.

"I am here, in-between the light and the dark."