He watched for reactions closely as he spoke, noting the rise and fall of emotion in each of their faces. It was not an easy answer that he had provided, not one that could be solved quickly or without thought. Alistair had confidence that Zelda would handle this correctly, whether or not she desired his consul in the handling of it was a different matter entirely. He had done what was requested of him, nothing more, and despite his dogged loyalty and obsession with accomplishment and knowledge, he would not stick his paws into business that was not his. Despite his experience, he was simply not leader material, he could never find himself having so many lives subjected to his decisions. It was a powerful mantle that Zelda had taken when she rose to the throne, but in all aspects she had exceeded his expectations.
Eyes of startling white focused on her lips as she responded, 'You shouldn’t worry about giving me your advice, Alistair, for I feel much the same.' Alistair gave a slight nod, before looking towards Dexter, who followed with his own words, 'I'm only sorry I let you down and didn't do more to help. Alistair deserves the full credit on this one. I apologize for not pulling my weight.' The male smirked, his eyes twinkling with slight mirth that had been nigh impossible for him to conjure in his earlier years. "While I appreciate your self-sacrifice, Dexter, discussing the situation with you helped in many ways to resolve it. My mind is an echo chamber... at times I need an outside perspective." His gaze left Dexter and returned to Zelda. "And Lady Zelda, I truly am honored to be able to advise you on these matters." He gave a dip of his head before the woman continued on.
Though he could not hear the exhaustion in her voice, he could see it etched into her features, the furrowed brow, the eyes narrowed with tiredness. The way that her mouth formed words was lethargic, and Alistair felt a twinge of guilt that he should pile more onto her plate. "If I can assist you further in this matter, perhaps to take some of the stress off of you- I would be happy to. Simply say the word." He was, albeit slowly, learning that in order to do his job correctly he must not only bring forth the information but support its conclusion. With the way that Moladion was changing, shifting, it seemed that this would not be the grandest of his escapades.
Alistair gave a firm nod in response to Dexter's statement. It seemed that they were all in agreement, and there was a slight surge of pride in his chest. He had done good work, he had brought conclusiveness to something that may have very well been mired in shadows until the end of time.