Archimedes shoots Merlin a speculative look as they walk. From the expression it's abundantly clear that he does not quite trust Merlin's sudden altruism.

"No one's expecting me to yet," he corrects gruffly, shaking his head. "Going to need shelters setting up. I'll come and lend help with that."

Be that help in the form of horses to move supplies, or his own two hands. He doesn't intend to be stingy while there are multiple crises going on. Still, he doesn't have to like it. The large man sighs, then glances across at the wizard and thinks for a moment before speaking again.

"... Sure you're all right, Merlin?"