[The constant rain becomes a nuisance about two weeks into his stay, and by now even Merlin's just accepted its presence with weary resignation. He might not be in Camelot anymore, but he can't risk using his magic openly still. Not when Arthur and the others are in the city, too. Merlin draws the raincoat more tightly around himself, fingers lingering on the slippery material again. Whatever it's made of, the coat really is as useful at keeping him dry as he'd been promised.
He's distracted from his thoughts when he nearly bumps into someone--someone who is as drenched from the rainwater as he is dry.]
Mimi? [It takes a second to recognise her.] Aren't you...aren't you cold? And you're barefoot!
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He's distracted from his thoughts when he nearly bumps into someone--someone who is as drenched from the rainwater as he is dry.]
Mimi? [It takes a second to recognise her.] Aren't you...aren't you cold? And you're barefoot!