[Merlin gives Charlie a soft smile. He can understand that situation. While his childhood was considerably better in comparison, he only really found comfort in his mother and Will and as long as he had them, he had been sure he would be fine no matter what.

He moves his hand from Charlie's shoulder to her opposite arm and rubs that instead, studying the horse - it really is gorgeous - when she asks her question. Oh...

Welp... He's not sure he wants to say...

But maybe she deserves to know at least some. However that goes.

He looks back at her, with a very slight frown, and swallows.]

Memories. Of someone. It's just for six weeks, so it'll be over before we know it.