[Sheik... blinks, as though stunned, as though he didn't anticipate that of all things to be the part she would latch onto. Because it feels like it should be a fundamental truth to the world, shouldn't it? Water is wet, the sky is blue, and Malon would rather have the bright hero who saved her home sitting next to her than the elusive shadow that did nothing to stop her suffering within it. Having a preference seems so... obvious, to him.
And yet, she's saying that is not the case. And even more than that, her tone suggests displeasure with the entire idea, souring the very thing she had been looking forward to that he had been so honored to be privy to in the first place.]
I... I apologize. I misspoke. I simply thought to say that Link might have offered a... lighter presence than my own. I'm not certain he's ever seen a carriage like this, let alone ridden one. [That is not all that he "simply" thought, but that's what feels safest to say in the moment, fearful of dampening the mood further.] But— thank you, for saying so, though.
[He needs to change the subject. He casts his gaze out to the dim, glittering streets, to the horses pulling them along, to the basket between their feet on the carriage floor. He gestures to it, his apology still clinging to his tone as he quite obviously tries to salvage things.]
You haven't told me what else you brought with you today.
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[Sheik... blinks, as though stunned, as though he didn't anticipate that of all things to be the part she would latch onto. Because it feels like it should be a fundamental truth to the world, shouldn't it? Water is wet, the sky is blue, and Malon would rather have the bright hero who saved her home sitting next to her than the elusive shadow that did nothing to stop her suffering within it. Having a preference seems so... obvious, to him.
And yet, she's saying that is not the case. And even more than that, her tone suggests displeasure with the entire idea, souring the very thing she had been looking forward to that he had been so honored to be privy to in the first place.]
I... I apologize. I misspoke. I simply thought to say that Link might have offered a... lighter presence than my own. I'm not certain he's ever seen a carriage like this, let alone ridden one. [That is not all that he "simply" thought, but that's what feels safest to say in the moment, fearful of dampening the mood further.] But— thank you, for saying so, though.
[He needs to change the subject. He casts his gaze out to the dim, glittering streets, to the horses pulling them along, to the basket between their feet on the carriage floor. He gestures to it, his apology still clinging to his tone as he quite obviously tries to salvage things.]
You haven't told me what else you brought with you today.