That was probably for the best, Alfred reflected as Evander answered his question. If it was all going to eventually be resolved and he was going to carry on in good health for the rest of his natural life, why bother telling her at all? It would only lead to worry in a time when she was still adjusting to an entirely new life and hardly needed new concerns. And if he did end up dead... well, then it would be up to Evander to decide what to tell her, anyway. Maybe he'd tell her about the curse, or maybe not. Maybe pretending he'd died of some illness would be less traumatic for her, or maybe she would prefer the truth. It wasn't as though he'd be able to have much of an opinion on it, in any case, since he would be dead.
As for Evander's question... Alfred wished he had an answer. The letter he'd received from Zelda yesterday had been fairly descriptive about the state of the Voyager, but he'd found it significantly lacking in terms of actual details about what she planned to do with him.
"Basically the same, for the moment," he answered hesitantly. "There haven't been any other... incidents. But I've been in my flat more or less all day, every day, except for a few errands and things," he continued. "So I haven't been giving it very many opportunities to get angry. They've managed to clear it out of the Voyager, for the most part," he added with a note of optimism. "They've got it bound to one particular door, they said, so the ship itself should be able to sail properly again. It's harmless, tied up like that. And Zel— Miss Fisk said they could do something similar with me. Bind it up in something. But she didn't exactly say what that meant." He paused for a second, obviously uncomfortable. "And I'm not sure whether it's... I mean, whether it'll work. There's a pretty substantial difference between a ship and a man, I would think, but it's... the best idea they've got, I suppose. At least they have an idea now, anyway," he concluded, forcing a bit of lightness back to his tone, though it did not seem natural by any means.
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As for Evander's question... Alfred wished he had an answer. The letter he'd received from Zelda yesterday had been fairly descriptive about the state of the Voyager, but he'd found it significantly lacking in terms of actual details about what she planned to do with him.
"Basically the same, for the moment," he answered hesitantly. "There haven't been any other... incidents. But I've been in my flat more or less all day, every day, except for a few errands and things," he continued. "So I haven't been giving it very many opportunities to get angry. They've managed to clear it out of the Voyager, for the most part," he added with a note of optimism. "They've got it bound to one particular door, they said, so the ship itself should be able to sail properly again. It's harmless, tied up like that. And Zel— Miss Fisk said they could do something similar with me. Bind it up in something. But she didn't exactly say what that meant." He paused for a second, obviously uncomfortable. "And I'm not sure whether it's... I mean, whether it'll work. There's a pretty substantial difference between a ship and a man, I would think, but it's... the best idea they've got, I suppose. At least they have an idea now, anyway," he concluded, forcing a bit of lightness back to his tone, though it did not seem natural by any means.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER