Link stops. Blinks. Nervous? He's not nervous, is he? He just...doesn't really like to talk all that much.
(Although then Link thinks of a time over a hundred years ago, when the expectations of other people had felt like a constant pressure pushing down on him. When he'd been so concerned about saying something wrong, that might make people worried, that he ended up never saying anything at all. When words felt like something forever stuck in his throat.)
Link's ear twitches, as he looks away for a moment. He feels oddly...seen, in a way that isn't exactly comfortable.
Then he makes a soft noise of agreement; yes, he has had far worse. Many a dubious meal has Link cooked and eaten in his time. But he still wants to be able to give her something she likes...and he never actually intended for her to eat all the food. So he reaches down to lightly touch one of the plates, and says, "...Pick one?"
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Date: 2024-12-18 06:26 am (UTC)(Although then Link thinks of a time over a hundred years ago, when the expectations of other people had felt like a constant pressure pushing down on him. When he'd been so concerned about saying something wrong, that might make people worried, that he ended up never saying anything at all. When words felt like something forever stuck in his throat.)
Link's ear twitches, as he looks away for a moment. He feels oddly...seen, in a way that isn't exactly comfortable.
Then he makes a soft noise of agreement; yes, he has had far worse. Many a dubious meal has Link cooked and eaten in his time. But he still wants to be able to give her something she likes...and he never actually intended for her to eat all the food. So he reaches down to lightly touch one of the plates, and says, "...Pick one?"