Alfred bit his lip as he handed the mug to her, unsure how to respond to the thanks. In one respect it seemed like the absolute least he could do, and still entirely insufficient. On the other hand it had been the only thing he could think to do. He didn't have words to ask anything that was on his mind. Not when he'd first found her this way, and not now that he'd had five minutes to think it through.
"Yeah. 'Course," he mumbled, then moved rather awkwardly to sit on the floor next to the bath.
(He'd looked down just for a second before he moved to sit. Not at her, but at the water. Checking for any sign of blood. Not that he thought Zelda would, but once the parallel had occurred to him it was impossible to shake without at least a glance.)
He pulled his legs up loosely in front of him and rested one elbow on his knee. He let out a heavy breath. He should have been relieved, but it still seemed they were in the thick of things.
"Yeah. 'Course," he mumbled, then moved rather awkwardly to sit on the floor next to the bath.
(He'd looked down just for a second before he moved to sit. Not at her, but at the water. Checking for any sign of blood. Not that he thought Zelda would, but once the parallel had occurred to him it was impossible to shake without at least a glance.)
He pulled his legs up loosely in front of him and rested one elbow on his knee. He let out a heavy breath. He should have been relieved, but it still seemed they were in the thick of things.
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