Jo seemed to have caught up even without them saying anything, but Alfred sort of wished she hadn't. Her question hadn't been so bad in and of itself, but the sharpness of Zelda's response stung him.

Part of him wanted to point out that they didn't really know what it meant; they'd just heard a vague rumor about it. That wasn't going to help matters, though; Zelda had drawn her own conclusions and trying to contradict her on the nature of the spell would only annoy her, he presumed.

"Do you want some air?" he asked Zelda. He had no idea where they could go to get any, at least not without bringing her sister into the matter, but at this point he thought even walking away from the table would be an improvement on the current predicament.