A snort betrays him before he think to withhold it, sheepish eyes look stricken by her as he awkwardly huddles into his saddle hoping he hadn’t been the one to offend. Zelda has been more than forthcoming of her fears…her doubts, he hesitations. In fact he knew better of things that feared her before she did. He’d been there to witness most of her fumbling through them.
« No one is fearless, everyone is always afraid of something… right? »
He never thought any less of her for it, most days, he wished there was someone he could tell when he was afraid. Someone that maybe he could run to, and seek their counsel to guide him. Those fears often made him think of his father, he lit him lamps in the dark. Or his uncle, who told him stories to pass the time. Fear is what kept him silent, for however much it kept him going.
« It’s okay to be afraid of something. Most people are. »
❝ don’t laugh, ❞ comes quick reply, desert rose dusting cheeks as she turns gaze from him, a huff to her cheeks. she knows he doesn’t mean it, her lips twitched into something resembling a smile. i know already, i have a lot that i fear. fingers tangle with reigns, eyes downcasted as they continue on, away from the massacre of monsters behind them.
❝ i only brought it up because, ❞ a pause, as if attempting to choose her words carefully. ❝ because you always seem so headstrong and forthright when you fight, always without any fear, it seems. you’re always courageous, as if nothing seems to bother you at all; realistically, i know that to be untrue, but you never fail to AMAZE me, in that sense, you know. ❞
