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And the smile is enough that he tucks his worries back behind his ear to think about later. There's many things that he would brush aside for the sake of that smile, and at least no one else seems to be worried about their impromptu leap. Returning the smile for one of his own, he knows it's not as radiant as the princess's smile--his face having gotten somewhat out of practice for offering radiant smiles. His muscles stretch in the unfamiliar motion, but not in a painful stretch.

Reaching the end of the line, he quickly fingerspells his concern. << Foot. >> he indicates but suddenly any further explanation is cut off by the starburst that suddenly lights on his cheek. Her breath is sweet next to his skin, the lips delicate but with a heat that quickly flushes his cheeks, lighting them even more than the dancing they'd just been doing.

Maybe he should find the person who tried to trip them and thank them instead, Link considers in a wild moment, unable to say any more to Zelda as the two of them separate to whoops and mournful sighs from the watching crowd. At least they seem to be enjoying it too, he notes ruefully, making his way down the long line to meet Zelda at the tail end of the dance.

Catching her hands again as the two come together and separate with the dance motions, he returns her squeeze from before, cheeks still flushed from the kiss and heart now pounding in his ears. It seems like the act of sabotage was misplaced.

The dance continues on for a couple more rounds before the conductor indicates a break to the song with a final three grand chords. The thought still of the errant foot niggles at the back of his mind, but Link feels the suspicions have long cooled. He's not so ready to chase after the offender yet, and he shoots Zelda a questioning look.

Pointing at her, he taps his pointer finger to his chin before tracing a line down his chest. << Are you thirsty? >> he asks curiously. Most of the other dancers have turned to the refreshment tables or perhaps found servers carrying around delicacies to sample. For his part, Link is certainly thirsty, but he knows better than to leave Zelda behind, not that he wants to either.

It was in the midst of leaning in to place that kiss that she barely managed to catch and decipher the letters he signed to her with the quick flash of fingers. ‘Foot.’ There had been a foot in the way, forcing Link to lead her into a jump? The thought would have, ordinarily, caused a furrowing of brows as she mulled over the new information; it was only the need to keep up an appearance of poise in the midst of such a large crowd that she managed to keep a smile drawn onto rosebud painted lips, temporarily diverting her attention back to LInk as a flush blooms across his cheeks.

Forced apart from one another to keep from holding up the dance, Zelda uses those few seconds required to make it back down to the end of the line to contemplate the information her betrothed has relayed with that single word. None of the other dancers seemed to have stumbled or gotten too close during the couple’s spotlight, so why had a foot been in their path? Prominently enough that Link had needed to direct her into a leap to keep the two of them from falling amidst the other dancers and the rest of the guests in attendance? Not that she would have needed to concern herself with the possibility of Link of all people falling – given everything he’d endured as Hyrule’s hero, a low hurdle was a task that could be completed with minimal effort.

Reunited at the back of the line, his hands feel warm in her own, even through the fabric that covers her fingers and palms. The warmth is comforting, acting as a sort of banishment magic against any fret she had previously carried – as is the squeeze he manages on her hands despite the way they continually meet and pull away from one another like the waves forced away from the shore by the tide. 

The music crescendos for the last three chords, signaling the dance’s finale, and the crowd erupts into claps and polite cheers of glee as the dancers begin to disperse. At last given a moment to breathe (and remain at each other’s side), the Hylian princess takes his question as an offer, nodding as she moves to lace her arm through his so she may properly remain at his side. It is as Hyrule’s shining couple that they navigate across the ballroom to the refreshment table, Zelda smiling and offering small bows of her head and casual ‘hellos’ to each pair and guest that makes it a point to greet them in passing.