[Well, Zelda had settled down for the night, curled up in a cocoon of blankets far away from any outer walls, but seeing Ruto is still outside after the tablet's warning pushes her into action. She clicks on the video function as she shrugs the blankets off, rushing to her door as she speaks.]
Lady Ruto, hold on! I will be right... [She jostles the door knob.] ... there...
[It's not opening. A chill that has nothing to do with the temperature runs down her spine. Why isn't it opening. She tucks the tablet under her arm (you're welcome for that view, Ruto), grabbing the handle with both hands and struggling with it.]
Open! You... cursed thing!
[Of course, as the door is a door, it does not comply with her demands.]
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[Well, Zelda had settled down for the night, curled up in a cocoon of blankets far away from any outer walls, but seeing Ruto is still outside after the tablet's warning pushes her into action. She clicks on the video function as she shrugs the blankets off, rushing to her door as she speaks.]
Lady Ruto, hold on! I will be right... [She jostles the door knob.] ... there...
[It's not opening. A chill that has nothing to do with the temperature runs down her spine. Why isn't it opening. She tucks the tablet under her arm (you're welcome for that view, Ruto), grabbing the handle with both hands and struggling with it.]
Open! You... cursed thing!
[Of course, as the door is a door, it does not comply with her demands.]