[ It's a good thing that Sheik thinks to offer his arm, because Zelda might have walked away without thinking twice about what might happen if they were accidentally separated. Instead, she places her hand lightly on the top of his proffered forearm in such a way as to subtly guide him to adjust the position of his arm. Pretty close, though! ]

It's this way. [ Zelda inclines her head in the direction of the open double doors that lead out of the ballroom. She leads the way, taking a careful pace so that it doesn't look like she's leading. It's not polite for a princess to drag someone around; she is to be escorted.

It only take a couple of minutes to exit the ballroom out onto the sprawling gardens. The late night air is brisk, but not unpleasantly cold. Zelda takes in a deep breath. ]

Much better! I do enjoy parties, but there's only so long one can mill around in a stuffy room without getting antsy.