He looked less like he was dying. The healer looked a little worse, but Alfred looked less like he was dying. Zelda felt like she could breathe again, if only a little bit.

Zelda clutched the bottle passed to her tightly. "Alfred," she said. Her voice was shaky. She cupped his face in her free hand and used the other one to hold the tiny bottle to his lips. "You need to drink this, alright? You need to drink this for the healer."

Having a task meant she could do something.

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