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Pupils dilate at his mesmerizing gaze, the palest of all skins blushing as her lips part. She can't focus on anything; perhaps his eyes? Or the small light freckled kissed cheeks? The female could almost compare him to the nightsky and stars, an illicitly stunning constellation that took form of a being. And that was, most likely, the best way to describe him. At least that was the only way she knew.
"So, Zelda, how's handeling the clientele going? Work's rough these days, isn't it?" Comes his voice to snap her out of any kind of corny daydream. "I mean, not that you can't work with them, helping is your forte after all."
"Not exactly," She responds, eyes adverting to her hands. "It's getting harder, people are dying from sickness and families think it's our fault for not treating them properly... Being a nurse is way more difficult than I thought."
"You can't exactly blame them. People are desperate, but as always, they need to blame it on something or someone. The plague is getting worse, or am I wrong?"
"Absolutely right. People are freaking out after the day we told them even the smallest cough... Well, I suppose you understand what I mean." He always did. He was the one and only that shared the same thoughts and made her eyes open to see the other side of the coin.
"I... Yeah." A sigh of nothing but exhaustion leaves his lips. "Doesn't it scare you? You know—the risk of getting sick. After all, you do spend a lot of time with them." Link pauses. "Come to think of it, you look paler."
"I don't, stop playing around..."
"I'm not, I swear," He murmurs, brows furrowing together. "Is it... true?"
"W—What...?"
"They're dumping the bodies in Faron Woods. Is it true?"
She sees the word 'hero' written all over his irises, and he swiftly lets go of her wrist, the one he'd been grabbing the whole time. A frown is given from her part, and the youth is not sure to either tell him 'Oh, it's just another popular belief,' or 'People know, don't they?', and godesses, was he smart enough to tell when she lied.
"...I...I swear I tried to stop them but... T—They had this pathetic excuse... 'We don't have the supplies and time to bury every single one of them' and that we 'Should focus on the living instead'..."
"That's..."
"True. It's heartless, inhuman, but... true."
Silence consumed the rest of the words that would leave him, the ones he swallowed as if they were pills. It was absolutely fine by her, she always liked the sound of silence or shutting people off with truth. Perhaps both of them at the same time.
"You didn't answer my question," Link adds, turning towards her.
"Which one?"
"The one about getting sick."
"Oh. Not really. I would be dead by now, if you think about it," Zelda murmurs, the comment lifting thousands of weights off his shoulders as he gives her the ghost of a smile that tugged his lips. The kinds of smiles he gave without thinking, the ones that made her anxious and made her blood run towards her visage, various shades of red covering it from the cheek to the ear.
"You're right. I'm just... scared."
"Of?"
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His response was cut by a coughing fit.
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