"It's done," Zelda confirmed. She sat down next to him on the couch, and tilted her head back to look up at the ceiling. It was done, or as close to done as she could get it - and there was still a risk, but only the same level of risk as they all faced every day.

Alfred was going to be fine.

Alfred was going to be fine.

All she could feel was an impossible, tangible sense of relief.

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