"I expect the hospital staff will take care of it if I need anything," Alfred answered with a shrug. He wasn't sure how long he'd be staying, but there were people who stayed in the hospital for weeks, so they were likely equipped to meet any needs that might possible arise in the short term. It was still good of Evander to ask, because there was a certain category of items that the hospital wouldn't have been able to provide, like a letter or a book from home or something else of that sort of personal nature. Alfred had handled all of that on Friday, though, when he'd first learned he might be dying; he didn't have anything that still remained to be dealt with now that he'd actually landed himself in a hospital bed.

He probably ought to express his gratitude for Evander having come in the first place, particularly since Alfred knew he had looked anything but grateful when his brother had first arrived. It wasn't as though Evander could have anticipated that he would be interrupting anything, though, and he must have been worried when he'd gotten Zelda's letter. Alfred was glad he had come. Verbalizing it so soon after having been more or less openly hostile to Evander felt too awkward, though, so he simply said nothing for a moment.

"Oh, that's the healer in the hall there," he said after a moment, catching a glimpse of Miss Bones (was that what her name had been?) passing outside the door. "If you wanted to ask her anything."

There was still a good deal of information that neither of them had regarding the curse and the current state of affairs in Alfred's health, but Merlin knew he didn't feel up to dashing off after her at the moment to ask.