His hands are as cold as everything else in this Goddess-forsaken place, but his touch is like fire as he pulls her up, so gently brushes back her hair. Zelda allows him to guide her up and towards the hearth, for all she can do is stare dumbly at the Hero she has already said her final goodbyes to.
He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be like this. He's earned his peace, he should be enjoying it and his childhood in a time and place far away from here. Far away from her.
"You..." Her voice catches in her throat on her first attempt to speak, though with how difficult stringing together coherent thoughts is at the moment, that may be for the best. She watches Link move about with a fixed sort of awe, eventually settling on the one question that presses more heavily on her mind than any other. "... You are real?"
She's fallen to cabin fever. She's hallucinated many things. But they have never been so solid and true as the situation she's found herself in now.
I'm sorry in advance for her canonpoint
This is impossible.
His hands are as cold as everything else in this Goddess-forsaken place, but his touch is like fire as he pulls her up, so gently brushes back her hair. Zelda allows him to guide her up and towards the hearth, for all she can do is stare dumbly at the Hero she has already said her final goodbyes to.
He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be like this. He's earned his peace, he should be enjoying it and his childhood in a time and place far away from here. Far away from her.
"You..." Her voice catches in her throat on her first attempt to speak, though with how difficult stringing together coherent thoughts is at the moment, that may be for the best. She watches Link move about with a fixed sort of awe, eventually settling on the one question that presses more heavily on her mind than any other. "... You are real?"
She's fallen to cabin fever. She's hallucinated many things. But they have never been so solid and true as the situation she's found herself in now.