Four dealing with the mood swings his powers cause?
“Four? You in here, hon?” Malon asked softly, poking her head into the bedroom.
A small rustling noise was all that met her.
Malon sighed, then crossed over to the bed where the sound had come from. She sat down on the blankets, staying a small distance away from the noticeable lump under the covers, and looked down at it.
“Hey,” she said gently.
The lump didn’t move.
Malon’s smile faded a little, and she placed a comforting hand on the lump, tentatively at first, then more solidly when Four didn’t throw her off.
“Wild said he wants to apologize to you,” she said after waiting a minute, her voice soft. “He didn’t realize he was bothering you so much.”
“...he wasn’t, really,” Four’s voice said, heavily muffled.
The lump shifted a bit, exposing a bit of Four’s hair, but nothing further then that.
“I... I was just really mad at him all of a sudden,” Four continued quietly. “He wasn’t even being very annoying, I just got so mad, I don’t even remember why I was so mad Mama, I—“
A sniffle came from under the covers, and Malon looked at it in dismay as the sound grew into full-fledged crying.
“Why was I so mad? He w-wasn’t even being mean or anything and—!”
His voice cut off into a sob, and Malon scooped up the bundle that was Four, tucking him into her arms. His head poked loose from the sheets, face miserable, and Malon gently wiped some tears from his face as he continued to cry.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked gently. “You’ve been upset all day over one thing or another, are you feeling okay?”
Four let out a loud hiccup, and snuck a hand up out of his blankets, mopping some tears away with his sleeve without replying. His crying stopped rather suddenly, and Malon looked down at him, raising a worried eyebrow.
”Four?” Malon repeated, and Four looked down at the floor, his face oddly emotionless.
“...I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I keep getting upset and sad, and then it’s like it didn’t happen, and it happens again and I don’t know...”
His voice died, and he closed his eyes, Malon running a worried hand over his head. Four sighed, the sound much too weary for a kid his age, and sank into his blankets a little more without saying anything for a few minutes.
“Maybe my power is overreacting,” he mumbled.
“Oh hon,” Malon sighed, and gave him a squeeze. “I don’t think so. I know things’ve been tough for you lately, it’s understandable your emotions would be a little off.”
“A little?” Four mumbled, and Malon couldn’t help her slight smile.
“Okay, a lot. But having feelings is human, Link. They just sometimes build up until we can’t handle them, and you end up needing to punch something, or just have a good cry. And that’s human too.”
She gave Four another squeeze.
“But you should try not to blow up at poor Wild. I’m going to be washing those spaghetti stains out of his shirt for a while.”
Four’s face cracked into a bit of a smile. “I guess I should apologize.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Malon said warmly. “And if you ever need to talk about things hon, just ask. Preferably before you throw your dinner at your brother.”
Four nodded, and Malon moved to get up and leave him be. Four stopped her though, and looked up at her with a hesitant look in his eyes.
“...can you stay a little longer?” Four asked uncertainly, and Malon nodded, running a still-somewhat worried hand over his hair as she got comfortable.
“As long as you need, hon.”