Roslyn stiffened.

Love. Zelda loved Mr. Darrow. On the one hand, she oughtn't have been surprised—after all, why would her generally sensible have kept an utter buffoon about for so long if she wasn't in love with him? Hearing her younger sister say the words aloud, though, was an entirely different matter entirely, as Ros was now forced to process, to accept on some level.

She did not like it.

It would only make it harder on Zelda when he proved utterly impossible to be with.

"Yes," she settled on at last. "That would be the question."