[He asks, lightly, because if she believes he's teasing then that's an assumption he has no issue leaning into, yet just the same there is a genuine question buried beneath all the deflection and carefully chosen truths. Who is this woman that seems to share both a name and role with his mentor? What traits of hers has she seen hazily reflected in all his smoke and mirrors? He is curious, honestly, but they're too far into their dance to ask something so straightforwardly now, and the question he does ask serves another purpose, besides.
It buys him time. All daughters of Hyrule, she says, with an ever so slight hesitation to imply a certain level of reluctance despite this desire. The threat of at least one sleepless night turning over the possibilities that come with that statement creeps into his skull like a recently-fed stray cat, as does the intrusive thought of revealing the daughter of Hyrule that has been walking alongside her this whole time, just to see how she'd react.
Of the two, it is of course the former that he welcomes, and the latter that he shoos away.]
I would see no reason not to, unless I suspected an ulterior motive in one form or another. Or if said daughter desired my silence on the matter. My duty remains to the Royal Family, my lady, regardless of where I find myself.
[It is a truth stretched so thin that it's practically fraying, but...]
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[He asks, lightly, because if she believes he's teasing then that's an assumption he has no issue leaning into, yet just the same there is a genuine question buried beneath all the deflection and carefully chosen truths. Who is this woman that seems to share both a name and role with his mentor? What traits of hers has she seen hazily reflected in all his smoke and mirrors? He is curious, honestly, but they're too far into their dance to ask something so straightforwardly now, and the question he does ask serves another purpose, besides.
It buys him time. All daughters of Hyrule, she says, with an ever so slight hesitation to imply a certain level of reluctance despite this desire. The threat of at least one sleepless night turning over the possibilities that come with that statement creeps into his skull like a recently-fed stray cat, as does the intrusive thought of revealing the daughter of Hyrule that has been walking alongside her this whole time, just to see how she'd react.
Of the two, it is of course the former that he welcomes, and the latter that he shoos away.]
I would see no reason not to, unless I suspected an ulterior motive in one form or another. Or if said daughter desired my silence on the matter. My duty remains to the Royal Family, my lady, regardless of where I find myself.
[It is a truth stretched so thin that it's practically fraying, but...]