❝ ---did we get a new addition to the family? why was i not informed? ❞

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❝ ---did we get a new addition to the family? why was i not informed? ❞
umbraclypeus
❝HOW MANY times must I tell you this, Impa? I am fine! You needn't worry about such a minor injury!❞
hutcrasher
❝I SUSPECT this is what you are searching for, milord?❞
AND GAUNTLETED hand is immediately raised to muffle the sneeze that leaves her parted lips--
reflectedhero
WHILE THE empress may be Nayru's blessed one, there is still a limit to her abounding sea of knowledge. Even with the gift of Wisdom emblazoned on pale hand and etched in shrewd mind, Zelda cannot find the words to describe that which she has sensed from the man before her, for she simply does not know what that ❛that❜ is.
❝Excuse me, milord.❞ (Formalities and pleasantries would have to do for now; questions and such could wait for later.) ❝Apologies for the bother but I can't help but notice that you seem rather distressed. Are you, by any chance, looking for something?❞ A dropped item, perhaps? Or a route home?
hyruliantrash
IN THE austere world of the high-bloods and beau monde, there are certain unavowed ordinances one must follow. One must be civil at all times and at all costs; one must never speak unless what one has in mind is worthy enough of discourse; and no matter how high one's curiosity or interest has been piqued by a matter, one must never ever meddle with business that does not directly involve one's humble self. Such is the jaundiced law of the noble and proud.
But laws are made to be broken, are they not? Especially when they are so skewed.
Delicate brows are furrowed in concentration, lips are curled downward in light displeasure, and a glister of mild concern crosses narrowed cerulean eyes. ❝I plead you to be still, milord.❞ As much pressure as slender arms and braceleted hands can possibly muster is placed upon the other's gaping wound, and while many would have balked at the idea of soiling their hands with a stranger's blood, Zelda feels no such horror. ❝Moving around will only invoke unnecessary pain and trouble.❞
towarinku
LEFT EXTREMITY is outstretched and lone digit is lightly tapped upon broader shoulder, an action that is followed by the clearing of the royal's throat and the soft expelling of three words: ❝Excuse me, milord?❞
❝I do not mean to bother you but you seem rather distressed and I espied this falling from your pouch not a few moments ago. Are you perhaps looking for this?❞