"Not really," Zelda said. She smiled brightly at Mr. Darrow. "I think we covered it." Things had actually turned out better than she had dared to hope, and there was a tiny worry in her gut that if they kept talking she was eventually going to screw it all up.

"I'd like to walk around a little bit more, if that's okay," she said, because after not seeing him for so long it would still be nice to spend a little more time together. "But. Should probably go home soon." Her limbs were heavy and she knew she could only power through this energy for so long before it crashed. But until that happened, she ought to at least talk to him.

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