While Merlin and Pax exist in a near-constant cycle of teasing and bickering, it's undeniable that the two are close and he feels a strong sense of relief when he realizes whose memory they've just entered. It's past time to get her the hell out of here. He doesn't care about racing Felicity up the hill, but he nonetheless joins her in rushing toward where their friend is sprawled across the roots. Wearing a crown of flowers and trying to befriend a beetle.

It's honestly peak Pax. Everything about the memory is as warm and serene as the girl herself.

"Even her hellscape memory's a utopia," Merlin complains, though there is no bite to the words at all. He considers the scene for a few seconds, watching the bird overhead with a measure of suspicion, before kneeling by the frozen girl to examine the beetle for himself. He gives it a small poke.