J. Alfred Darrow, she said.
He could hear her distress as it spilled out in her words, as she squeezed his hands, nestled into his shoulder. He knew how worry felt well enough - could tell that she cared, really cared about the man.
Her helplessness hurt him. "Shh," Ari said, saying whatever he could to settle her worries despite the fact the utter last thing he wanted right now was for his sister to end up in Darrow's company again, "he's not going to die, of course he's not going to die. From what I've heard, he's rather good at not dying." He extricated one of his hands from her grasp to enfold his arm around her properly, resting a hand there in reassurance, in case the words didn't do. "Whether he gets to Avalon or not, I'm sure he'll be back right on time."
He had almost managed a huff of laughter at the thought of the lunacy of that adventure, but it sank down again at the thought of Zelda having a baby. His tone grew quieter as he reached up to stroke her hair, his eyes flickering up to the ceiling again before he said, "And you don't have to have a baby. There are ways to stop it, I promise. You don't have to."
He could hear her distress as it spilled out in her words, as she squeezed his hands, nestled into his shoulder. He knew how worry felt well enough - could tell that she cared, really cared about the man.
Her helplessness hurt him. "Shh," Ari said, saying whatever he could to settle her worries despite the fact the utter last thing he wanted right now was for his sister to end up in Darrow's company again, "he's not going to die, of course he's not going to die. From what I've heard, he's rather good at not dying." He extricated one of his hands from her grasp to enfold his arm around her properly, resting a hand there in reassurance, in case the words didn't do. "Whether he gets to Avalon or not, I'm sure he'll be back right on time."
He had almost managed a huff of laughter at the thought of the lunacy of that adventure, but it sank down again at the thought of Zelda having a baby. His tone grew quieter as he reached up to stroke her hair, his eyes flickering up to the ceiling again before he said, "And you don't have to have a baby. There are ways to stop it, I promise. You don't have to."
