That reaction solidifies something in her a bit more. She hasn't the foggiest what it is yet, but she can't stand the thought of a friend... ...Oh. She hadn't realized she considers him one of those, and not just a comrade. It's certainly not a typical friendship, but most of her relationships back home aren't either, so she reckons that tracks.
Anyway, she can't stand the thought of a friend hurting, and while she can't tell exactly how bad it is, something tells her it's pretty bad.
Before she can react to this revelation, though, Link asks about the rest of the stuff taken from him. Flipping through the papers slower now, she runs a finger down the column stating where they are, or at least if they've moved on or not.
"...Yeah, lotta stuff still here. Your bag an' a buncha stuff in it...though Ah ain't sure Ah'm readin' some o'these right." It certainly looks like it says there's lizards and other things in there, but...naw, she's gotta be reading that wrong.
Before she can ask about that, though, she looks up at him from her crouched position with that intense determination burning in her eyes, and carefully takes one of his hands in hers. "...Hey. We're gonna get back as much o'your stuff as we can. An' e'en if your Sword ain't here, Ah'll help ya get her back. Don't matter where or how long."
She squeezes Link's hand, once. "Ah swear it." Which is about as strong an oath someone could give, coming from her.
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Date: 2024-08-09 11:25 pm (UTC)...Oh. She hadn't realized she considers him one of those, and not just a comrade. It's certainly not a typical friendship, but most of her relationships back home aren't either, so she reckons that tracks.
Anyway, she can't stand the thought of a friend hurting, and while she can't tell exactly how bad it is, something tells her it's pretty bad.
Before she can react to this revelation, though, Link asks about the rest of the stuff taken from him. Flipping through the papers slower now, she runs a finger down the column stating where they are, or at least if they've moved on or not.
"...Yeah, lotta stuff still here. Your bag an' a buncha stuff in it...though Ah ain't sure Ah'm readin' some o'these right." It certainly looks like it says there's lizards and other things in there, but...naw, she's gotta be reading that wrong.
Before she can ask about that, though, she looks up at him from her crouched position with that intense determination burning in her eyes, and carefully takes one of his hands in hers. "...Hey. We're gonna get back as much o'your stuff as we can. An' e'en if your Sword ain't here, Ah'll help ya get her back. Don't matter where or how long."
She squeezes Link's hand, once. "Ah swear it." Which is about as strong an oath someone could give, coming from her.