Sheik took a small step back, lowering his mask a bit to cough into his hand. The bits of red staining his skin made his eyes widen. Shit.... He quickly wiped it on his back, pulling the mask back up to hide the rest no doubt was on his lips. His return was supposed to be months ago, but he had fallen ill with the same sickness that was ravaging the smaller towns. He had gone against the King's orders by not returning immediately but he didn't want to bring the sickness home.
“Sh/eik...?” There was an old legend, one that was engraved into the hearts of youths and elders alike, where the H/ylian’s ears were blessed by the gods in order to hear their divine message that would flow through their lips. She did not want to believe in it. Could not believe in it. Yet the subtle sound of coughing sounded off from somewhere. Perhaps outside, came her optimistic thoughts, perhaps someone just chocked a bit on their tea. Yes, this reassurance would place her worrying thoughts at rest. Nonetheless, she felt the need to ask regardless of said reassurance. “Tell me... are you alright?”
