Zelda bit her lip, considering; out of everything she'd said, she hadn't expected him to focus on the last part. If anything, she'd half-expected another conversation where Alfred talked about how they could leave right now, and Zelda had to say, again, that she could not leave her family forever, couldn't do that to Roslyn's reputation in particular, and that the scrutiny of marrying swiftly wasn't necessarily going to help them, either.

So the definition of touching was a different conversation. Zelda's hand went back into her pocket; she should have pulled another layer on before coming out here, she could feel the hair on her arms starting to stand up from the cold. She wrapped her arms around herself before she answered, trying to create some of that heat.

"You know what I mean," she said, "The sort of touching that men and women do when they're allowed to be alone."

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