Revali sighed, reflective, a puff of air coming from his beak, disappearing into the frigid air. How did they get into this situation, you ask? Caught by a blizzard that still raged outside like some beast, that’s how. At least they were lucky enough to find a cave able to very comfortably fit a Hylian and a Rito inside.
A shiver went down his spine from where he sat, cross legged, on top of a blanket. His plumage was working hard on keeping what warmth he had left encased and close to his body as well as wings splayed over his body, acting as another barrier from the chill. Emerald eyes glanced over to Link, basked in the red glow of the fire. He was wearing thick clothing, doubled with a blanket over his shoulders – one which he had insisted upon earlier that he should have, the boy being far too selfless for his own good – but despite it all, he was still shivering.
Revali broke the silence, extending a wing in a silent invitation to come over. ❝ Carry on being stubborn as you are now and you’ll catch a cold – or worse – your extra layers and the fire only doing so much. There’s nothing more to it; we’re going to have to stay close together. ❞
Both of them knew, as warriors, that when extreme conditions came and survival called, sharing body heat was the best way to keeping warm.
Hundreds, thousands, millions… a melting pot of cultures target its existence – perhaps, that was one way to put it, taking Revali’s century-old sting of words as warning rather than its preferred insult. The blade held ever so gallant and tightly within grasp, “The Darkness Sealing Sword.” To no surprise did a mere boy, drawing role of a near-forgotten prophecy from stone, happen to reel a crowd of stares. An eye of conspiracies he currently mirrors against open flame, practicing breath control in distraction from their chilling predicament.
Though despite his efforts to silently bear his struggles, it was clear the hazardous weather had a hold on him, body helplessly tucked and wrapped. Even in the thickest doublet, inches from fire, left him in a concerning condition. Any longer and he’d feel a sickness crawl – which is the last thing he needs, as sworn time and time again as Zelda’s trusty Appointed Knight; even after all that has occurred with no kingdom to oath to. With that came a clouded breath, sighing for he may have drifted a tad much, leaving his fellow champion to carry the silence. Immediately guilt hit, certain the Rito had plenty of that throughout the Calamity…
And just as he was going to apologize for the distance, a strong flap calls him close, an invitation Link takes little time to accept, rose-burnt features giving a solid nod before making his way down. Quickly he sat, knees bent to chest taking every opportunity for possible warmth. It was a basic, yet very effective exercise – or so he hoped. All of which he couldn’t help the lightheartedness that followed actions, proving there’s more to his character than what little he had memorized, grateful he turns with a sincere, shivered, ❝ T-Thank you. ❞
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