[There is a moment, perhaps, when he feels worry clench in his chest at the thought of separating. When he worries that she may just disappear through the crowds again, vanish back to ancient Hyrule and the destiny that waits for her there. He...he really thought he was making peace with their lot. Now that she's here again...he doesn't want to let her go.
It's a foolish thought, though, and he brushes it aside as she goes to find a table.
A few quiet moments will pass before Link returns, two cups in hand, one made to specifications he has long since memorized. Specifications he will likely not forget for a long, long time, even after they return home.
... It's not something he wants to think about overmuch. Not right now, at least. He puts the cups down and sits across the table. He can see her mind at work, thoughts and possibilities and questions that she's never quite been able to keep a lid on. He doesn't interrupt that train of thought --he knows better than to try-- but he does offer a gentle way out, sliding her cup closer to her on the table.]
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It's a foolish thought, though, and he brushes it aside as she goes to find a table.
A few quiet moments will pass before Link returns, two cups in hand, one made to specifications he has long since memorized. Specifications he will likely not forget for a long, long time, even after they return home.
... It's not something he wants to think about overmuch. Not right now, at least. He puts the cups down and sits across the table. He can see her mind at work, thoughts and possibilities and questions that she's never quite been able to keep a lid on. He doesn't interrupt that train of thought --he knows better than to try-- but he does offer a gentle way out, sliding her cup closer to her on the table.]