[Link presents his arm, and Tem's focus shifts, its wiggly snout brushing over his rings and fingers. The tapir's interest does not seem to wane terribly much compared to Link's less kingly limbs, though the reasoning behind it might not be readily apparent. The number of Guests the tiny thing has encountered in its short life could be counted on one hand, so there is a non-zero chance it is simply fascinated by this new person and the vast array of goodies they carry within them.
Speaking of, Tem decides it's done more than enough investigating at this point. It wants a snack! And so, after a brief pause, the creature's tiny mouth chomps down on Link's index finger. This fearsome attack might tickle, a little; its blunt baby teeth not even breaking skin, but what's more interesting is the moment afterwards, when it draws away from Link's hand like it's pulling taffy off of him, some grey, amorphous substance caught in its mouth. There's little time to examine the substance before it all disappears into Tem's mouth, but Link can probably make some educated guesses as to what it was.
Of course, a tiny creature like Tem can't do anything about the gloom of the Demon King, or even the great and terrible anxieties that currently plague the Hero's mind. But maybe some smaller concern - his fear of seeing his friends again, of not knowing how to explain what happened to him, of facing this Sheikah in particular - might be a little easier to bear, for a while.
Said Sheikah in particular, meanwhile, has poured out some citrus-y tea while he has watched all this go on. His ability to adhere to hospitality remains limited by how little he keeps with him, but he does have a couple of ceramic cups, at least.]
... Should you still be taking suggestions on points of interest, I would say that arm of yours is going to garner quite a few questions.
[A roundabout way to ask what the hell is up with that, certainly, but Sheik promised he wouldn't interrogate him. If Link doesn't want to talk about it, he's been given an out he could drive a Divine Beast through.]
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Speaking of, Tem decides it's done more than enough investigating at this point. It wants a snack! And so, after a brief pause, the creature's tiny mouth chomps down on Link's index finger. This fearsome attack might tickle, a little; its blunt baby teeth not even breaking skin, but what's more interesting is the moment afterwards, when it draws away from Link's hand like it's pulling taffy off of him, some grey, amorphous substance caught in its mouth. There's little time to examine the substance before it all disappears into Tem's mouth, but Link can probably make some educated guesses as to what it was.
Of course, a tiny creature like Tem can't do anything about the gloom of the Demon King, or even the great and terrible anxieties that currently plague the Hero's mind. But maybe some smaller concern - his fear of seeing his friends again, of not knowing how to explain what happened to him, of facing this Sheikah in particular - might be a little easier to bear, for a while.
Said Sheikah in particular, meanwhile, has poured out some citrus-y tea while he has watched all this go on. His ability to adhere to hospitality remains limited by how little he keeps with him, but he does have a couple of ceramic cups, at least.]
... Should you still be taking suggestions on points of interest, I would say that arm of yours is going to garner quite a few questions.
[A roundabout way to ask what the hell is up with that, certainly, but Sheik promised he wouldn't interrogate him. If Link doesn't want to talk about it, he's been given an out he could drive a Divine Beast through.]