[Darin scoffs and immediately regrets it as he chokes on a pained groan.]

I couldn’t tell you. I was just a kid. I always thought that maybe my body was just weak to magic. I don’t scar when I heal except for that one time.

[He averts his gaze for the first time since she started treating him. He’s never talked at length about what happened that night save for one person. Why would he? He only remembers a few things and everyone he tried to tell as a child either recoiled from in horror or reprimanded him for lying.]

[Only Acteon ever believed him.]

[He shifts in discomfort— not from Zelda’s touch but because he’s weighing how much he should say. He wants to ask her about what happened with Ganondorf. He’s monopolized her more than enough, after all.]