Cacophany | [Link, Malon]
As Malon’s fingertips traced over his cheek, he shook his head and lowered her hand gently. “Shh, don’t you worry about me right now, pet,” Link murmured, removing Malon’s mask from her tangled hair to smooth the red strands back from her face. His hands shook, from adrenaline or from whatever ailed him as of late he was unsure. “I’ll be all right. Are you okay to walk? We’re a long way from home, yet.”
He stood slowly, becoming aware of a dull pain in his ankle from their less than stellar landing. There was the distant sound of sirens, screaming, and glass shattering still, and Link had no desire to stay here any longer than he had to. Grasping Malon’s hands carefully, he assisted her to her feet and glanced around the courtyards. Even in the dark, there was something eerily familiar about the place, though Link could not recall being here before. Had he played here as a child, perhaps?
A sudden breeze drew goosebumps from his skin. Yes, that must have been it.
“Come on, let’s go home,” Link said, trying to smile as he squeezed Malon’s hand gently.
Malon stood with some difficulty. She hadn’t been hurt from what she could remember, why did her legs feel so weak? She frowned at them a little and steadied herself while giving him a nod. As she laced her fingers into his she gave another wary glance back over her shoulder at the chaos of the ruined party. Only a few were making the desperate climb out of the windows, more still trapped inside, screaming from no doubt being trampled by their fellow guests. Malon felt sick.
“How did you know?” she asked absently, forcing her attention back to him to distract herself from the sounds. “To get out from there, I mean.”
