[Sheik... does his best with appearing like a Proper Gentleman with Zelda's subtle guidance, though it's likely obvious to anyone with a real education in etiquette that it's a part he's unfamiliar with playing. It would, perhaps, be something to be self-conscious over, but instead his mind is occupied with noting how her hand fits on his arm, how her gait falls into an even tempo alongside his own.

(She will need to know these things, when Ganondorf falls.)

They reach the gardens and Sheik is tempted to take a similar breath, tension melting from his shoulders. Instead - after a moment's hesitation - he reaches up to remove his mask, shaking his bangs from his face to better feel the cool air upon his skin. It's fine for him to make this reveal first, he thinks; it's not as though the fairies' gift is the only thing obscuring his identity, after all.]

It has been quite some time since I've seen so many people gathered together in one place. It will take some time more before I'll navigate them with the ease you possess, I believe.

[Another worry for later, but, well. It'll be a long time before Hyrule is rebuilt enough to throw balls like this, anyway.]