If she'd been nervous before then it was justified now, and it was all Zelda could do to grip her champagne flute and sip nervously as the exchange unfolded between Roslyn and Alfred. She felt helpless to stop it, as if she was a hostage to this whole thing rather than directing. She was trying to school her expression to avoid looking too visibly distressed - hence the champagne sipping, because then she had something to do with her hands - but there was a concerned little v between her eyebrows, where she could not entirely unknot it. It was only towards the end of Roslyn's sentence that Zelda realized her champagne flute was empty, but she found herself stuck frozen, unable to lower it.

"This has all been very thrilling, but perhaps we should talk about something else?" Zelda said weakly; she had never wanted Xena to appear as much as she did in that moment, because at least if Xena was talking about the wedding then Zelda could lower her guard for a minute and breathe, which at this second seemed risky.

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