He doesn't know what's happened, what's happening, only the odd flashes of colour and the tenseness beneath the skin, like something is writhing to escape. It feels oddly right to let it out, only he doesn't know how he does.

He and the Knights have been ill tempered all day, petty fighting, and once actually coming to blows, right there in the middle of the camp. Their temper had bred from each other to focus on Gwen, who had been his friend since they were both children, and Merlin, who was the most kind-hearted person Leon had ever met.

Neither of them understood Lamia. They shied away from her like she was something frightening, like she was a terrible beast they needed to protect themselves from.

And he could handle that. People could misunderstand each other, and there was no shame in that miscommunication. People could even refuse to see a change, but that was alright because everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's when they tried to convince him that Lamia was evil that he snapped, that the beast escaped, raging out from under the skin.

He can only remember the odd flashes of colour, red and purple, and then the dancing of flames, swinging through the air.

He doesn't remember anything else.

When he comes back to his senses Merlin is standing in front of him, stiffly, telling him that Lamia is controlling him, that she is evil, and the world disappears in a whirl of colour.

Next it is Gwen, trying to get Merlin to keep his mouth shut, and looking scared about something. It's probably Lamia and that makes the fury rise to the surface again and he steps towards her. Merlin stands in his way.

He doesn't remember anything else.

Only the blind anger, surging up from underneath his skin and exploding into fury, released with every punch and kick, hitting something.

He couldn't tell you what.

And when he finds out what, he doesn't want to.

oOo

They don't remember what has happened. They stir from their forced slumber, wearily, to find Gaius and Merlin hovering over them, and they breathe a sigh of relief because that means they are all fine. Even Elyan seems to have recovered from whatever had sickened him, and is back on his feet within hours.

They don't notice that the second they wake, Merlin leaves the tent in silence and doesn't come back.

They do notice how strangely Gwen is acting towards them, how coldly, almost impersonally. It stings a little, because they don't know what they have done, but even Elyan isn't spared her wrath, so it is probably something they've done simply by being male.

Arthur enters the tent.

And she is just fine with him.

Elyan frowns, because when Gwen has a problem she won't let a thing even like rank stop her from showing it. That means her problem is with the Knights, not with the male species.

He tells his fellow Knights so when the couple step outside for a moment, but none of them can think of what they've done. None of them can remember much of the last few days at all, which is slightly worrying, but all of them seem to be in relative good health so it's no matter. They can find out from Arthur.

But something they've done over the last few days has upset Gwen, and they don't know what it is.

And they don't even know how to start working it out.