[ She curls into Sheik as he puts his arm around her, fitting herself neatly against his side.
'You believe him, then.' ... Yes, she nods wordlessly against him, yes, she believes Link. At the deepest part of her, past any guilt and grief and longing, past any trepidation and anxiety born by a logical mind that knows what he promises to goes against all proof and precedent-- she believes him. Link can do anything.
Which doesn't make the bitter pill of his absence that much easier to swallow. Zelda is choking it down as best she can-- because what other choice does she have?
She listens to Sheik as he continues, attention held in the present by the texture of his calloused thumb over her hand.
He's right, a Princess of Hyrule's destiny has never been her own. Whether by the edicts of the gods or the demands of her station, her fate has been decided since the day she was born. Sheik would know all about that, wouldn't he? Doubtless, the princess he serves is tethered all the same. ]
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'You believe him, then.' ... Yes, she nods wordlessly against him, yes, she believes Link. At the deepest part of her, past any guilt and grief and longing, past any trepidation and anxiety born by a logical mind that knows what he promises to goes against all proof and precedent-- she believes him. Link can do anything.
Which doesn't make the bitter pill of his absence that much easier to swallow. Zelda is choking it down as best she can-- because what other choice does she have?
She listens to Sheik as he continues, attention held in the present by the texture of his calloused thumb over her hand.
He's right, a Princess of Hyrule's destiny has never been her own. Whether by the edicts of the gods or the demands of her station, her fate has been decided since the day she was born. Sheik would know all about that, wouldn't he? Doubtless, the princess he serves is tethered all the same. ]