[Goddesses above, it's colder than it had been in Zora's Domain in here, and she's without her protective Sheikah clothing. But that concern is secondary to the darkness, and the inexplicable feeling that she is not alone in it.
The training that had become second nature over the course of seven years on the run takes over; she crouches, low to the ground, her body flush against something that seems solid and heavy. A couch, maybe. There she waits, and listens, as her caretaker taught her to, and tries to keep her teeth from chattering in the frigid cold.
Moments pass like this, slow, silent, heavy, until in his careful search, the man places his hand on something warm. Something alive. Perhaps her head, perhaps her back, or maybe her arm, but regardless, it takes her by surprise, and the sharp inhale through her nose is all the warning he gets before an arm is flung out in his direction, intent on pushing him away.]
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The training that had become second nature over the course of seven years on the run takes over; she crouches, low to the ground, her body flush against something that seems solid and heavy. A couch, maybe. There she waits, and listens, as her caretaker taught her to, and tries to keep her teeth from chattering in the frigid cold.
Moments pass like this, slow, silent, heavy, until in his careful search, the man places his hand on something warm. Something alive. Perhaps her head, perhaps her back, or maybe her arm, but regardless, it takes her by surprise, and the sharp inhale through her nose is all the warning he gets before an arm is flung out in his direction, intent on pushing him away.]