Alfred watched her cast, chewing his lower lip. She still wasn't quite there, but he wasn't sure if pushing her would help. He'd taught her the gesture and the words; that was enough that she could practice at home, if she wanted. This sort of magic was a personal thing, and intense thing, and maybe it would take some time — or maybe it wouldn't happen at all, for the first time anyway, while he was here watching. By the time Alfred had started learning wandless magic with the tribe, the first spell had come to him fairly quickly, but that was different. He'd been through so much, and lost so much, that it was like... there was less of him there to look through, maybe, before he found the magic. Even then, though, he hadn't mastered a spell in an afternoon. So maybe she just needed some time.

"Sure," he said with a slight smile, tossing the pillow aside and reaching back to reclaim his drink from where he'd abandoned it on the table. He was trying to mimic the ease of their past conversations, but a part of him wondered if catching up involved any discussion of what had happened to her hand. "Stay as long as you like. And, yeah, it's pretty horrible," he continued, chuckling. Courting Zelda, of course, might have been delightful on its own; courting her family was decidedly less so.