Zelda's breath came out in a gasp, as if Henry had hit her in that soft spot at the bottom of her ribcage. She hadn't seen her nephew cry since he was a child — (frankly, she was rather close in age to him to be thinking of him as being so young) — but his voice sounded thick with emotion, and she could feel her hair growing damp from his tears.

"You haven't found them yet?" Zelda asked. She was ready to reassure him — to tell Henry that they would find them.