Zelda glanced, self-consciously, toward her stomach. "No," she said, because it was true enough now. If she had not been ready to pull the trigger - so, have Ari poison her - before the troll incident, then getting flung down the street had certainly taken care of matters. And the thing was, ultimately, she was not even sure there ever had been a baby, and she was never going to know, and she had to make her peace with that. (Or pretend that she had.)

She felt better for having told him, though, even if she had not told him everything. Zelda offered Mr. Darrow a small smile. It didn't meet her eyes, at least not fully, but she was feeling a little bit more cheerful than she had for the duration of this conversation. Just a little.

"I would have told you, if there really was," she said, although even she wasn't entirely sure of that. (But. Probably, if there was serious trouble, he would have found out eventually.)

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