It was the wrong time for his body to begin to react, but he didn't care. He knew what exactly triggered it this time, at least and luckily when Medivh asked him to forgive him... His mind shifted gears almost instantly as he made a concerned noise in the back of his throat.

There was nothing that Khadgar had to forgive Medivh for, things were out of both of their control most of the time they knew each other and well, Khadgar could admit that every previous grievance was tossed out the minute he had realized that it was truly the Magus before him. But he knew he had to answer, even if it was just another action to give.

Slowly, one arm unwound from its place around the ex-guardian's waist and snaked itself up to the back of Medivh's head. He pulled his own head away and brought their foreheads together in a light touch, bright blue eyes soft with mirth that Medivh thought Khadgar hadn't forgiven him for something.

"Medivh," he spoke softly closing his eyes as he drew his thoughts together, "you have nothing to be sorry for."