She tucked her head against his chest. Having Alfred hold her was something, it brought them a little closer to their normal reality, but she didn't think that would be enough to steady them both. She had to think of something. But every time she tried, she got stressed out and — probably not any closer.

"I don't know," Zelda admitted; if she knew, she would have felt better about trying to solve it. "I think I — I think I keep fucking up." She had gotten overconfident and she did not know when to push and when to stop, and now all of it was coming back to drag her down.

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