Alfred let out a huff of breath at the answer. If she was breathing that was a relief. It wasn't good that she was unconscious, by any stretch of the imagination, but if she was breathing then there was still some hope that she'd pull through alright.

"Yeah, of course," he said immediately, nodding and pocketing his wand again. He didn't know any healers, but he'd do his best. If he couldn't find one, he could at least find Zelda. She'd know what to do. His expertise ended with weathering a storm.

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