"Of course not, I'll deliver it to her with your compliments." Arthur swears solemnly, taking the handkerchief, folding it and placing it in his pocket.

He looks over his shoulder at Morgana, then back at the brothers.

"I just want to say that your community is welcome to seek refuge in Camelot should you need to. The harvest was good this year so there's plenty to share."

He looks over at Morgana. "And of course, you are always welcome to come home."