[ Several thoughts pop into Zelda's head at once. First is the intrusive reminder that Darin is actually really attractive underneath all that attitude of his (something she would be able to forget if he wasn't always undressing around her!). The second is that yes, she has had her back scratched before-- Link has been kind enough to reach that particular spot for her when the princess has been unable to reach it herself. And the third is that Link never asked Zelda to return that favor, something she didn't realize until right this moment. ]
I-- I have, yes!
[ Oh Goddess, should she stop recording? She should stop recording. This is probably more private than he wants to show anyone. Isn't it? After all, even setting aside the fact that he's just about pulled of his shirt on camera, this huge scar has to be something incredibly personal. Just because Zelda has seen it before (Darin really has no shame about removing his shirt around her, for some reason) doesn't mean she ought to be recording it.
She hesitates for a minute, mind racing with all of these questions. But then she just... shoves them all down. It's fine. And if it isn't fine, she can erase it later.
So Zelda sinks down onto her knees behind him, shifting the Purah Pad into her left hand and making an effort to keep the camera more or less pointed in Darin's direction. Her right hand, she extends cautiously, as if she were about to grab a boiling pot from a cook range with her bare hand. Calm down, Zelda. You let yourself get flustered over the silliest things.
But still she takes in a steadying breath, then aligns her fingernails in the indicated location and scratches lightly against his skin. ]
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I-- I have, yes!
[ Oh Goddess, should she stop recording? She should stop recording. This is probably more private than he wants to show anyone. Isn't it? After all, even setting aside the fact that he's just about pulled of his shirt on camera, this huge scar has to be something incredibly personal. Just because Zelda has seen it before (Darin really has no shame about removing his shirt around her, for some reason) doesn't mean she ought to be recording it.
She hesitates for a minute, mind racing with all of these questions. But then she just... shoves them all down. It's fine. And if it isn't fine, she can erase it later.
So Zelda sinks down onto her knees behind him, shifting the Purah Pad into her left hand and making an effort to keep the camera more or less pointed in Darin's direction. Her right hand, she extends cautiously, as if she were about to grab a boiling pot from a cook range with her bare hand. Calm down, Zelda. You let yourself get flustered over the silliest things.
But still she takes in a steadying breath, then aligns her fingernails in the indicated location and scratches lightly against his skin. ]