[ She only nods, looking down again and returning to her work. It makes sense that he doesn't know, he was only a child. And she forgets sometimes that he knows so little about his own powers. He has never tried to explore them, never tested himself. Little wonder he doesn't understand what's happening to him right now.
Zelda falls quiet. Her touch travels the rest of the way down his abdomen, applying the salve as carefully as possible. Although this wound has already begun to heal faster than it would on a regular human, that knowledge does not put her at ease. Twenty four hours of careful tending, and it took him only a few minutes to tear himself right open again.
She sets the cloth and ointment aside, but she does not rise to collect the bandages. She remains leaning over him, her gaze slowly traveling up his body. For how frequently he is injured, the only scar to marr his form is the one on his back. The rest of his skin is smooth and unmarked. Looking at him, no one would ever guess how many times he has broken and torn himself apart. It makes her wonder how many times that is. Doubtless far more than she would ever guess.
Her eyes roam to the Gloom burning his skin, marking his biceps and striking down the length of his form. Will it linger on his skin after his wounds finally heal? Will he carry the mark of Ganondorf's evil for the rest of his life?
...Will he regret protecting her every time he looks upon it?
Zelda's jaw clenches as guilt begins to well up inside her. ]
I'm sorry, Darin. If I had only done more, perhaps this never would have happened. He played me against myself. I never should have listened to him-- I knew he was trying to manipulate me-- but...
[ But the revelation that he had killed Sonia completely paralyzed Zelda. ]
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Zelda falls quiet. Her touch travels the rest of the way down his abdomen, applying the salve as carefully as possible. Although this wound has already begun to heal faster than it would on a regular human, that knowledge does not put her at ease. Twenty four hours of careful tending, and it took him only a few minutes to tear himself right open again.
She sets the cloth and ointment aside, but she does not rise to collect the bandages. She remains leaning over him, her gaze slowly traveling up his body. For how frequently he is injured, the only scar to marr his form is the one on his back. The rest of his skin is smooth and unmarked. Looking at him, no one would ever guess how many times he has broken and torn himself apart. It makes her wonder how many times that is. Doubtless far more than she would ever guess.
Her eyes roam to the Gloom burning his skin, marking his biceps and striking down the length of his form. Will it linger on his skin after his wounds finally heal? Will he carry the mark of Ganondorf's evil for the rest of his life?
...Will he regret protecting her every time he looks upon it?
Zelda's jaw clenches as guilt begins to well up inside her. ]
I'm sorry, Darin. If I had only done more, perhaps this never would have happened. He played me against myself. I never should have listened to him-- I knew he was trying to manipulate me-- but...
[ But the revelation that he had killed Sonia completely paralyzed Zelda. ]