There were very few people that Mikl贸s would absently accept assistance from, especially assistance with any type of injury -honestly the list was probably his mother and Zelda. And his mother was kind of terrible at any kind of healing. So it wasn't really an issue to sit there, wrist turned upwards and not question what Zelda was doing.
The offer to help, in so much as it was a statement rather than an offer, took the final tendrils of tension out of Mikl贸s shoulders as he sat there. He'd assumed, when he showed up, rung out and drained, that when he expressed any kind of misgivings about the next offering, Zelda would help him to do whatever it took. But it didn't hurt to have it confirmed with such tenacity.
"Three? You sure you want to drag your husband into this?" Mikl贸s liked Istvan, although his interactions with the man were limited to the very few family gatherings that Zelda begrudgingly brought him to -very rare and almost never, because who would want to expose anyone to their family, and the times Mikl贸s had showed up on their doorstep, semi-conscious or worse.
And while Istvan was certainly more than capable of dealing with this entire scenario, Mikl贸s wasn't sure it was terribly wise to put more of Zelda's life on the line to get him out of his shitty predicament.