[ It is quite the horrible scene, from the emesis upon a smooth, alien stone, to someone sobbing and retching upon on the ground. The artifact is unfamiliar. The girl, though... ]
Hail, Daughter of Hyrule.
[ His voice is steady, the greeting given with the same deep candance as always. She'll see the edge of his dark cloak as he approaches from the side, still partially transparent from the phantom form he adopts, and then feel something tangible, soft, and solid draped over her shoulders. As the indigo fabric solidifies over her shoulders, crystalline blue magic falls like dust from its golden hem, twinkling to the ground before winking out of space and time. It is the chlamys she had embroidered for him long ago- never worn by him, but also never forgotten, always held within his armory.
The sound of leather and the coarser fabric he wears accompanies his shift to a half-crouch beside her. With a palm placed upon her shoulder, he utters: ]
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Hail, Daughter of Hyrule.
[ His voice is steady, the greeting given with the same deep candance as always. She'll see the edge of his dark cloak as he approaches from the side, still partially transparent from the phantom form he adopts, and then feel something tangible, soft, and solid draped over her shoulders. As the indigo fabric solidifies over her shoulders, crystalline blue magic falls like dust from its golden hem, twinkling to the ground before winking out of space and time. It is the chlamys she had embroidered for him long ago- never worn by him, but also never forgotten, always held within his armory.
The sound of leather and the coarser fabric he wears accompanies his shift to a half-crouch beside her. With a palm placed upon her shoulder, he utters: ]
Breathe.