the door slams shut loudly, the woman standing near the stove jumping with a startled yelp. annoyance in her eyes, she turns, ready to yell at whomever decided to bother her ( and at the peak of one of the coldest mountains, no less! ), only to have her gaze soften tremendously. there, in all his near-frozen glory, stood the reminder of most of her troubles, of her punishment: link himself. but ah, perhaps she was growing lenient in her old age. in centuries past, she would have turned him away at the blink of an eye, but this time around she’d helped him on his journey, offering food and a few hours rest from the harsh chill of the hebra mountains.
“well this is certainly a surprise. to be honest, i never thought i’d see you again. when i heard you’d stopped the calamity, i figured you would have settled down with the the princess.” you always do. cäcilia waves him over with a small gesture, away from the door and towards the warmth her little home provided. “let me get something started for you. i can’t imagine why you’d come all the way up here again, but i’m certainly not about to send you out into the cold.”
How did he forget just how cold it was here? Even the armor purchased from the Rito could hardly protect him from the chill the further he ventured into the mountains. His ears are red and burning, his lips chapped, his nose sniffly, and part of him regrets the journey. But after 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘’s defeat, he made a point to seek out and check on everyone who had helped him in his journey; some were easier to find than others. Such as Sidon, or Teba. And the others---well, he had to hike all the way up to a snowy mountain’s peak just to find her, and even then he wasn’t entirely sure she would still be there.
Whether his cheeks are red from the cold or from his growing embarrassment of stopping by so suddenly and startling her, not even he knows. Maybe it’s both. Link shuffles in further when it is clear he is welcome, closing the door behind him as to not let the cold in and toeing his snow boots off. Cäcilia’s little home is warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the below freezing chill of the mountains, and feeling is soon restored to Link’s face and fingers. He distantly thinks that he won’t be surprised if he will end up sick in a day.
“I’m sorry. Thank you,” he manages, voice hoarse, genuinely apologetic for dropping in without prior notice. He pointedly avoids the subject of he and Zelda ‘settling down’. Link sheds his thick coat, leaving him in the Champion’s tunic beneath, then finds a soft cushion to sit on. He can’t really find his voice at the moment, and he much prefers using his hands anyway. ‘I didn’t think you would still be here.’
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