If they were just going to exchange barbs, then Zelda ought to leave. It wasn't that she wasn't used to fighting - the Fisk siblings fought all the time, and Zelda was usually involved in one capacity or another - but the Fisk siblings did their fighting out in the open. Things were occasionally thrown. They didn't exchange weighty barbs in hospital rooms; if she had been in this bed and Ari had been the older brother, he would have yelled, if anything.

She didn't leave, though; just tilted her head as if she was observing a different species, glancing between them. She kept her fingers on Alfred's hand.

"It's not gone," Zelda said, frowning ruefully. "Not yet, at least. It's - the healer forced it out of his lungs, and they're giving his body time to try and heal."

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