Heat rose in her face again at the mention of trouble; usually (okay, the two times) that they'd done this it hadn't involved much talking beforehand, and talking about it had Zelda tangled in her sensibilities. Surely it wasn't bad for Alfred to know that she wanted him back, since they were getting married, and since they had already done things like this before. "I - I don't know," Zelda breathed, "I want to, but what if —" when she was actually thinking about it, the threat of trouble felt more paralyzing than it had in her garden, when she was propelled by the energy of her desire in the moment. And, more tangible than that threat: "I don't want Delight to hear."

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