She didn't have an answer for him, largely because the one she immediately wished to say was too vulnerable an admission. Obviously, Alfred couldn't leave England now if he was planning to move into a house and leave his ship for six months out of the year. Nor would it be wise to ask him to leave when things might've still been uncomfortable with Zelda. He couldn't have left with her, even if he did want her to.

"No." She stated firmly, albeit a beat too late. "You're getting married soon by the looks of it. Engaged at the very least." Her tone was more disappointed than bitter, though there was some that was likely some bitterness that slipped through. "No. You couldn't."