They were both victims of war. Tenseness even when they relaxed was understanable. Link noticed the way her shoulders sagged and her limbs loosened, however, and was glad that he could offer enough of a safe place that she would unwind that much.

In answer, he glanced over his shoulder at his pack. It had... some supplies in it. Not too many. Enough to get him by. What he really wanted was a quiver and a bow, but his attempts at making them were slow at best.

Turning back, he raised his hand with his palm facing the floor and shook it from side to side. Enough. The look of resignation on his face would let her know that he'd like more, but he'd make do.