[ Hatred. What a terrible thing to hear from one's own family. Even when things were at their worst between Zelda and her father, he never said he hated her. And she never hated him, not truly. She thought she did, at times during her adolescence, when all of her prayers and training yielded no results and her father refused to give her the comfort and encouragement she longed for. But deep down, she always loved him.
Could the same be true of Darin's brother? Perhaps it's naive, but Zelda hopes so. She does not have any siblings of her own, but she remembers Link with his sister and Mipha with Sidon and can't imagine hatred between them.
A thought she keeps to herself.
Darin glances back at her and Zelda sees that... he doesn't look good. What pity and sympathy he might have briefly seen in her expression disappear and worry takes their place. It seems like he's trying to deflect and change the subject, but he still seems tense and troubled.
She rises from her chair and walks over to him, shaking her head as she approaches. ] It is fine. You tied it well.
[ Zelda reaches out with her left hand to touch his arm, tilting her head inquisitively as she looks up at him. He doesn't seem like he's all right; he's avoided looking at her since he stood up. She searches his expression for an explanation. ] Are you all right?
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Could the same be true of Darin's brother? Perhaps it's naive, but Zelda hopes so. She does not have any siblings of her own, but she remembers Link with his sister and Mipha with Sidon and can't imagine hatred between them.
A thought she keeps to herself.
Darin glances back at her and Zelda sees that... he doesn't look good. What pity and sympathy he might have briefly seen in her expression disappear and worry takes their place. It seems like he's trying to deflect and change the subject, but he still seems tense and troubled.
She rises from her chair and walks over to him, shaking her head as she approaches. ] It is fine. You tied it well.
[ Zelda reaches out with her left hand to touch his arm, tilting her head inquisitively as she looks up at him. He doesn't seem like he's all right; he's avoided looking at her since he stood up. She searches his expression for an explanation. ] Are you all right?
[ Because he doesn't look like it. ]