[Once upon a time, there was a Sheikah warrior who had not yet awakened as a Sage, who clutched her dear princess close as she sobbed, her cries echoing within the tiny cranny they had tucked themselves away in, far from prying eyes.
Sheik can't begin to guess what has distressed this princess so. His heart breaks as he watches her search his face for answers to the questions she cannot bring herself to voice, and though he wishes for nothing more than to speak them to her, to tell her how to solve all her problems and then some... Wisdom offers him nothing. It's just him, here with her, and a memory of the words spoken to a frightened child who just wanted to save the world all those years ago.
So, he passes them along. She looks to him with watery eyes, and he lifts a hand to lightly hold her chin, scarlet eyes steadily holding her gaze.]
... Right now, you are safe.
[This is important - the thing that must be recognized above all else - and so he allows that fact to hang silent in the air between them for a moment before the hand at her chin moves to the back of her head and pulls her in, burying her face in his cowl, tucking her under his chin and holding her tight. It likely isn't entirely comfortable (he can't remember the last time he's held someone like this, if he ever has), but that seems like such a minor concern in the grand scheme of things. Impa's words echo through him as he continues, his voice dropping back into its typical register.]
Everything else... will come with time. For right now, Princess, you are safe. You may cry, if you want. Scream, if it will help. But, please... do not become lost to despair.
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Sheik can't begin to guess what has distressed this princess so. His heart breaks as he watches her search his face for answers to the questions she cannot bring herself to voice, and though he wishes for nothing more than to speak them to her, to tell her how to solve all her problems and then some... Wisdom offers him nothing. It's just him, here with her, and a memory of the words spoken to a frightened child who just wanted to save the world all those years ago.
So, he passes them along. She looks to him with watery eyes, and he lifts a hand to lightly hold her chin, scarlet eyes steadily holding her gaze.]
... Right now, you are safe.
[This is important - the thing that must be recognized above all else - and so he allows that fact to hang silent in the air between them for a moment before the hand at her chin moves to the back of her head and pulls her in, burying her face in his cowl, tucking her under his chin and holding her tight. It likely isn't entirely comfortable (he can't remember the last time he's held someone like this, if he ever has), but that seems like such a minor concern in the grand scheme of things. Impa's words echo through him as he continues, his voice dropping back into its typical register.]
Everything else... will come with time. For right now, Princess, you are safe. You may cry, if you want. Scream, if it will help. But, please... do not become lost to despair.