Alfred didn't answer— out loud, anyway. The answer was clear enough to see in the growing tinge of red in his cheeks and ears, and the way his gaze slid further away from the mediwitch. What she was saying was more than he'd said aloud to anyone, except to Zelda herself, and he wasn't about to dive into something so personal even if he was under the effects of a highly disorienting potion.

"How much longer do I have to be here?" he asked, nodding slightly towards his splinted arm.

  

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MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER

He didn't need to respond to give an answer; she could see it plain as day.

"Perhaps another half hour. By the time the release paperwork is done, you should be good to leave" she said, dropping the Zelda subject although her subtle smile remained. She handed him a series of forms to sign."The healer wants you to take a dose of the pain potion for the remainder of the week. You might feel some stiffness in your arm over the next few weeks; try not to overexert yourself."

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"Alright," Alfred grudgingly agreed, though he was thinking already that he didn't plan to follow those instructions. He had work to do in the coming week, and he had no intention of doing it one-handed — nor did he think he really needed extra dosings of the pain potion (though he might change his mind once the current one worn off).

  

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MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER