[There's something so deep and clear in her expression that Link can only bring himself to meet her eye for a moment. It...it's not precisely that he doesn't want people to know about the things he's done, or what he's been through. But in the aftermath of the Calamity, he's become something very different than the hero he once considered himself to be. He has sometimes questioned whether he can still call himself that, or whether Princess Zelda could still call him a knight. Indeed, he has even questioned whether he is still worthy of the Master Sword. Naminé's concern over a fate he chose himself, and in the end failed to uphold, feels somehow...a little unsettling. Who is it she believes him to be? Is he still that person? And...was he ever that person, to begin with?

He's lost in those thoughts for a moment, enough so that his response is a little delayed.]

It... [Hm. How to describe that power?] That power was lent to me by a friend. I can't use it as well as she could.

[... He had always wanted to ask how she learned it. What inspired her to want to heal. In the end, he never had that chance.

Her small, awkward um brings him back to the present. His eyes move from the cloth to her face, and he briefly shakes his head. Perhaps the awkwardness is catching, because it sounds in his voice.]

Ah-- please? I'm...not sure I can reach.