She reaches up to rest her palms on his chest. At first the gesture seems to be one of seeking comfort, but then she shoves back hard, attempting to break the embrace. There’s finally strong, solid emotion on her face.
“You couldn’t just listen to me, could you? I made a simple request. I told you to go back and wait for me. But you pulled out all of that I can help, you need me, I can’t leave you bullshit, and you got your stupid ass killed, and then when you came back you kept. doing. it. Every other week you get stabbed or shot or swallowed or blown up, because you’re reckless and you’re thoughtless. Have you ever considered everyone who died to keep you alive? Every soldier and civilian whose sacrifice bought us an extra second? How many of those extra seconds you’ve thrown away thinking that you’re invincible? You have a great life here, and more of that lined up down the road, and now Sidon–” She chokes again, swallows. “–and Sheik–”
She can’t keep going. The anger gives way to heavy depression for a few seconds, and then her face goes blank again as her gaze fixes on a specific blade of grass about three feet behind him.
When she shoves at him, he does let go of her, and takes a few steps back. He mouths wordlessly at her while she talks, confused and stunned, looking for all accounts like she’d decided to punch him in the face. He doesn’t know what exactly she’s getting after him about this for, but he doesn’t interrupt her, and when she falls silent, he looks away, hands reaching to fidget with one of his articles of clothing.
Bazz is, of course, more than a little stunned as well, but at least he doesn’t lapse into anxious silence. No, he decides he needs assistance before he makes things into a full on interspecies incident, and decides looking for Sidon is an optimal idea. They’re not going anywhere, they’re both on emotional shutdown tracks, he’s pretty well in the clear to just turn and call for Sidon like he did Link with little to no resistance or worry of either running for it.
It was hard to miss all the hubbub going on outside, but when you were a Zora and you spent most of your time in the upper areas of Zora’s domain (as he had to do as their prince) you got used to just shutting out other people’s business. If it involved him, someone would tell him. It was a habit he hadn’t lost even in the months spent elsewhere.
But, the moment he heard his name, his head shot up and Sidon got himself up, He made his way through the house and out front and stood for a moment taking in the tableau before him. It didn’t take long for worry to set in.