The bat dropped the tin into Zelda's open palm before perching himself in the corner of the room once again.
Letting go of Miklós' wrist for the time being, she popped the tin's lid off and slid her finger around the pungent salve. Zee's brow knit together momentarily in sadness - bothered by the idea of Mik losing his life to such a gruesome ritual just for sake of favor from Paimon. She paid tribute, she did her tasks, but... There were still things she didn't agree with. And she wasn't a stranger to speaking out on said issues. Namely the offering of children, as her only son was kept well guarded against demonic reach and had survived past eighteen years of age. Miklós being expected to complete the Expression triangle in a few years time was something she didn't want to see happen.
"Then we'll need to find a way to remove you from that equation beforehand," Zelda told him quietly as she carefully applied the healing salve to his wound. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in Miklós' abilities or strength, she did - but the aftermath of the Expression triangles would be too steep a price.
"Between the three of us I'm sure we can find a loophole somehow," she insisted with her husband in mind. They needed to find one. And well, she wasn't against bribing a specific Unseelie Fae for aid in the matter, either.