[In the slight, stilted pause that follows his words, Link finds himself unable to meet her gaze. There's something so difficult, so uncomfortable, about that aspect of friendship. He doesn't shy away from battles, not when they're necessary -- that much, he knows, has been true for longer than he can remember. But the aftermath, knowing you've caused someone to feel scared or worried...that part has always been difficult for him, even before the Calamity.
He's grateful when she manages such a light comment, offering a faint, somewhat tired smile.]
Yes. That-- [he glances back toward the stairs] --would have been tough.
[Maybe it's silly, because he's not exactly in the cleanest state at the moment, but the first thing he does when she invites him inside is wipe his shoes before going in. It's hard to say why, whether it's some awkward need for politeness or making up for how messy the rest of him is.
He ducks his head in a small nod and then enters, hands kept firmly at his sides, perhaps a little afraid to touch anything until he gets to the kitchen. His eyes linger on the medical supplies for a moment --it strikes him as something Princess Zelda might do-- and then on the plate. He didn't realize she was serious about that, at the time, but the thought brings a small smile back to his face. He gingerly sets himself down in one of the chairs, mindful of the supplies she's set out.]
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Date: 2023-02-22 06:25 pm (UTC)He's grateful when she manages such a light comment, offering a faint, somewhat tired smile.]
Yes. That-- [he glances back toward the stairs] --would have been tough.
[Maybe it's silly, because he's not exactly in the cleanest state at the moment, but the first thing he does when she invites him inside is wipe his shoes before going in. It's hard to say why, whether it's some awkward need for politeness or making up for how messy the rest of him is.
He ducks his head in a small nod and then enters, hands kept firmly at his sides, perhaps a little afraid to touch anything until he gets to the kitchen. His eyes linger on the medical supplies for a moment --it strikes him as something Princess Zelda might do-- and then on the plate. He didn't realize she was serious about that, at the time, but the thought brings a small smile back to his face. He gingerly sets himself down in one of the chairs, mindful of the supplies she's set out.]
... Thank you for this.