To her credit, Dio’s touch and pleading look did give him pause. That she had covered for Zelda, he didn’t mind - it was a healer’s instinct to tend towards confidentiality, after all - and if they had repaired things between themselves, she would not want to jeopardise that. On the other hand, if Dionisia knew Zelda’s secrets again to keep them, who knew whether this was even the first time something like this had happened in recent weeks?
Even so. He could say nothing, believe the lame lie that had come out of his sister’s mouth, let things continue as they were without intervening. Maybe if he had not been privy to the depth of trouble into which Zelda had previously gotten herself, he might have been able to - and perhaps she had forgotten all that since, but he certainly hadn’t.
He covered Dio’s hand with his own briefly and glanced her way with a half-smile to say I am sorry about this, but then returned his gaze to his sister. He was loath to always be this brother - but then Zelda had come here, so he didn’t have much choice.
“Oh?” Ari echoed, brow furrowed, in answer to his wife’s remark. “But it seems like Mr. Darrow was quite concerned with Zelda’s neck.” He folded his arms, his stare still trained on Zelda. “And our father might be interested to hear about that, too.”
Even so. He could say nothing, believe the lame lie that had come out of his sister’s mouth, let things continue as they were without intervening. Maybe if he had not been privy to the depth of trouble into which Zelda had previously gotten herself, he might have been able to - and perhaps she had forgotten all that since, but he certainly hadn’t.
He covered Dio’s hand with his own briefly and glanced her way with a half-smile to say I am sorry about this, but then returned his gaze to his sister. He was loath to always be this brother - but then Zelda had come here, so he didn’t have much choice.
“Oh?” Ari echoed, brow furrowed, in answer to his wife’s remark. “But it seems like Mr. Darrow was quite concerned with Zelda’s neck.” He folded his arms, his stare still trained on Zelda. “And our father might be interested to hear about that, too.”
