To say that Zelda didn't know what to say was an understatement. Under normal circumstances, she wanted Alfred's brother to like her - which he was certainly never going to do if this was how they met. But she also had never heard Alfred really verbalize it, to other people - he had wanted to marry her, had tried to marry her, and now they were here.

Of course she didn't want him to leave; of course she still wanted to marry him.

She looked between the two Darrows. Evander sort of looked like Alfred, but if Alfred was stuffy and a different-type-of-awkward. She had also never heard Alfred sound as forced-polite, or as uncomfortable. There was the hair, too, the tidiness of him, everything. But now was probably not the time to decide how she felt about Alfred's brother. She had barely managed to decide how she felt about Alfred.

Perhaps because of what he had said, or perhaps she was not really thinking about it, Zelda edged her hand over and rested her fingers on top of Alfred's wrist.

Her eyes were wide, but her tone was measured as she answered, "He's not going to die today. They have him on a spell to help his lungs rest, for now, but he's not going to die today."

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