[ She sets the journal aside as soon as he hands it, back, like it's going to set her on fire or something. When she looks back to him, she seems just as puzzled by his claims as he is by her admission. ]

I have not been here long, compared to many others. Mine own daughter has suffered the castle's cruelty for some time without my comfort... Knowing she's had the warm love and kind guidance of His Majesty King Arthur is my only solace.

Perhaps magic died with Camelot, for it is only a thing of legend in my time. But to be a legend is no small thing, Merlin.

[ The closest she can come to complimenting him right now, really. ]