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He’d been working himself too hard, as he usually did, but Zelda couldn’t help but blame her presence. Why else would so many monsters try to ambush them? Surely creatures as unintelligent as Moblins couldn’t plan this on their own, let alone Bokoblins.
Something was amiss. It left her ill at ease.
But what Zelda could immediately tend to was her weary knight. Once they’d gotten past the evaporating corpses, she’d insisted he sit down under a tree and catch his breath. She handed him an elixer.
“Here, try and drink this. It will make quick work of those scrapes and bruises. The primary ingredient is fairy dust, so the restoration effect is quite potent. You’ll be feeling better in no time.”
At least, so she hoped.
Zelda sat down behind him, fidgeting, trying not to curse herself for not being able to help fight. With her birthright still out of reach, she was little more than a target. At least she could find a mundane way to help, surely?
His hair was falling out of his ponytail. She reached forwards, gathering it in her hands and braiding it, fixing the band tightly to the end.
“There, that should keep it from falling onto your neck again.”
