[Link looks at her for a long, quiet moment as she speaks, eyes scanning over her expression, her features, and there is a strange, muted fondness in his expression that he cannot --perhaps will not-- hide. He doesn't explain it. He might, eventually. For now, he's content just to think it: how remarkably, singularly her it is, to have the theoretical time conversion worked out to seconds. How her mind always seems to be working, planning, calculating. Absorbing information and processing it. Using that information to guide her actions.
One of the countless little things about her that he so deeply...
...
Her expression changes, and perhaps his does, too, a bit, just a moment later, a slight sheepishness creeping in. He's relieved when she breaks the silence just after, and nods. Before following, he stops and points at the counter.]
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One of the countless little things about her that he so deeply...
...
Her expression changes, and perhaps his does, too, a bit, just a moment later, a slight sheepishness creeping in. He's relieved when she breaks the silence just after, and nods. Before following, he stops and points at the counter.]
Tea?
[He, ah. He's going to-- go. get some. ...some tea, er. Yes.]