[ arthur doesn't immediately say anything, lets the silence linger between them uncomfortably while he finishes with the reigns. he isn't quite sure what to say, either, even if he's been thinking about this for quite some time. it's all a little different when it's finally happening, and arthur isn't sure where to start. he knows, logically, of course, he should say hello. ]

Max. [ alright, not quite a hello, but it's acknowledgement of max's presence, which is a start. ] I should -- [ he hesitates, stroking his horse's mane idly. then, after a moment, he clears his throat. ] I owe you an apology. I was ... harsh, and quick to judge you unfairly, not based on your character, but -- my predisposition to mistrust those with magic. You have only ever shown me kindness, and I've rewarded that kindness with fear and anger.

[ merlin was right, of course. there comes a time when one should know when to put instinct before experience, and this is one of those times. it doesn't feel right to push people away who have never done a single thing wrong. so he bows his head, not out of humiliation, but humility, a show of deep respect. ] For that, you have my deepest regrets. The only thing I ask of you now is your forgiveness, if you're willing. [ arthur doesn't entirely thinks he deserves it, but that's for max to decide. ]