Anathema

"Amu i mozen asvata!" Sehel stopped them with a nervous iteration of his whirlpool-sounding laugh: "I perabaroe du, tvera pulra dacensuma ane baisuma vafu!"

"Perabaroe du pa," they argued back.

"Cochure, de! Lu ane ma, dua- afernua, dua!"

"Amu basuse vafu."

"Ane qece tao tarete de?"

"Ce darsu."

At that, the Zora briefly forgot to breathe.

"Darsu?" he repeated weakly.

Skull Kid nodded: "Darsu."

"... Ane rece darsu?"

"Varenti dosomu."

It wasn't necessarily a lie, because Twilight had indeed murmured Sehel's name once or twice during particularly deep sleep, wriggling as if to hold something tighter and spasming his lips very slightly, and most importantly because as much as he denied it he really did hold a very deep fondness for the young amphibian; but Skull Kid did not know that in the traditional forklore of Terminian Zoras sleeptalking was considered to be the most honest and genuine of expressions, as well as one of the rarest; and that clear messages especially - perfectly comprehensible in comparison to incoherent babbles or confusing riddles - were believed to hold the truest thoughts of a person.

Sehel looked back to shore, where most of the Hylians were minding their business. By fatal accident, Twilight noticed him, and smiled very brightly in his direction.

The Zora waved a little, desperately hoping he was far enough for his burning grey face not to be seen.

"Dacensa ce baselu dafe," Skull Kid commented, still oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions he was unleashing onto the poor scaled boy: "Masifiu du."

"... Pei dacenselu," Sehel wheezed.