❝ you know, i've been catching myself smiling more lately. i think that's your fault. ❞ link @ zelda
baldur's gate 3. ♡ * @espyrot.
among the skills zelda could call hers, her divine power (dwindled or not) and scholar affinity were of no use in the strange laboratory kitchens are. she could say, however, that she has learned something from lingering there, and it is the way link typically moves within it as he cooks dinner, his rhythm and ingenuity to make do, as he always seems to. in that regard, her requests were few and far between, as she had taken to mostly resting upon their arrival to hateno— today, however, the weather fared great, and she had even wandered outside to fetch wildflowers for the vase atop the table after she was done setting it.
“...i’d say i’m near recovered to start aiding the people of hyrule again.” she spoke before taking her spoon to taste the last of the creamy stew, pleased and nodding to herself. “i know we ought to resume our travels soon. that being said… i have grown fond of your house, link.” if she stilled, she could hear the stream flowing underneath the bridge that led here, or perhaps it is the rush of blood to her ears when she quietly admits, “it’s been so long since i’ve last been home.” by which she means, someplace that feels like it.
her gaze travels from the flowers to his hands as he signs a response, and suddenly, she felt too aware of her place at the table, the skin of her face. “mine? a-are you sure it’s not the creamy heart soup’s doing? i believe i overheard a woman say it is thought that if one shares it with another person, it will bring them closer,” which is no less incriminating, given it was her first request in quite a while. she stands, suddenly, hip hitting the wood just enough to shake the tableware before she hurried to pile them, “i should get to cleaning these, then! yes, it’s the least i can do for your kindness today,” any more rush in her words and it would have created a new hylian dialect.