The subject is a wound that sometimes feels fresh, and sometimes feels like it's beginning to heal, tender but manageable. Does Link regret bringing her up, talking about her at a moment like this? Would she be surprised to find that he thinks of her? He can only hope she would be happy.
His brow furrows, both at the question and as he puts on a brave face while she dabs at the wound. It's certainly not the worst pain he's ever felt, nor the greatest wound, but-- it does still sting. Perhaps it's an apt metaphor for his feelings about the Zora princess; indeed, for the loss of all the Champions. Something that still hurts when you get too close to it. It's a pain he's familiar with, though; he doesn't hide that it stings, but the wince of his reaction is still fairly mild.]
No, [he says softly, after a moment of consideration. Maybe, in order to heal, one must expose a wound to the air.] It's been a long time since I last saw her.
[That much was true even before he came to Reverein; as a spirit, it...had not been as long, perhaps, but in life? It had been months since he woke in the Shrine of Resurrection, and a full century before that...
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Date: 2023-04-14 04:54 pm (UTC)The subject is a wound that sometimes feels fresh, and sometimes feels like it's beginning to heal, tender but manageable. Does Link regret bringing her up, talking about her at a moment like this? Would she be surprised to find that he thinks of her? He can only hope she would be happy.
His brow furrows, both at the question and as he puts on a brave face while she dabs at the wound. It's certainly not the worst pain he's ever felt, nor the greatest wound, but-- it does still sting. Perhaps it's an apt metaphor for his feelings about the Zora princess; indeed, for the loss of all the Champions. Something that still hurts when you get too close to it. It's a pain he's familiar with, though; he doesn't hide that it stings, but the wince of his reaction is still fairly mild.]
No, [he says softly, after a moment of consideration. Maybe, in order to heal, one must expose a wound to the air.] It's been a long time since I last saw her.
[That much was true even before he came to Reverein; as a spirit, it...had not been as long, perhaps, but in life? It had been months since he woke in the Shrine of Resurrection, and a full century before that...
... Hm. Perhaps this is too much air for that particular wound. Link keeps his eyes averted as he speaks, watching Naminé's hands work. He's uncertain whether he wants to say any more, though; she's already doing so much to help him, and the rest is, as the kids say, "kind of a downer."]