#clockwork kafei

It was difficult to keep track of time in the little cell when the only window was a tiny little square near the ceiling.  Even if it hadn't been too small for Link to squeeze through, it was lined with iron bars.  He couldn't even reach to pull himself up towards it, not with a broken arm and a bad ankle.

For the most part he was healing, but those two injuries persisted despite his many days spent doing naught but resting.  Link was mildly concerned that his arm wouldn't heal straight, but what did it matter if he was to be hung anyway?

Link drumming on the banister impatiently, waiting for Malon.  It had taken him maybe five minutes tops to finish dressing in the suit and mask he had selected for himself.  He had opted not to wear the mask just yet, at risk of limiting his vision too much to clearly make out the steps.

Twirling it about, he paced the hallway.  His nerves were in a perpetual restless state it seemed, and Link was only too aware of the cause.  Malon's dress had looked lovely enough in the shop, but the thought of her actually wearing it was... well, a bit too much to take.