There was a reason why he had had no children or why none of his neighbors had ever asked him to watch over theirs and Rauru the sage, felt the weight of this reason on him as he lifted the sponge to the teenager's face.
He hesitated for a second and looked regretfully at the big goofy smile and large stupid eyes he had drawn on the face a few days prior. Oh well, he could always draw them again after he was done cleaning him. And maybe this time he would add whiskers on his cheeks.
Distractedly wiping away the ink, his mind went back to speech he had been trying to write for the last week. His 'Ganon took over the thrown of Hyrule' didn't sit well with him. He needed something more striking. He couldn't go with mediocre. Upon hearing it the Hero had to feel like going straight to the King of Evil to try and kill him with no care whatsoever for his well-being. It had to be epic. Uplifting. Inspiring. He knew what kind of emotion he was after but couldn't think of how to put it in words.
Rauru looked at half of the face the teenager.
"Don't you have any tips ?"
Only black drops of ink dripping down the teenager's face answered his question. Rauru was about to huff when it dawned on him.
He quickly let go of the sponge that splashed in the bucket of water at his feet, dried his hands on the front of the tunic of the teenager and rushed to the pile of papers in the corner of his glowing room. After picking up a quill he frantically searched for the bottle of ink and finding it, he promptly settled on the mountain of cushions and started writing.
The room around him that had, at some point, been empty now looked like a camp of Gerudo refugees. Papers littered the floor without weakening the glow of the room. Needles were lost in their mist and all sort of fabrics were piled in the middle of it from the time he had tried to sew something for his charge. After a few try he had realized that the boy was growing – as it kind of was the point of him staying here – and so making him nice clothes was kind of pointless. He only needed on good change for when he woke up and walked out of the realm.
Rauru still couldn't believe that with all his wisdom he hadn't been able to think about it before he made the first attempts at a tunic. Oh well, he was a Sage not a God plus no one cared anyway. At least now he knew how to bring things inside the realm. Because apparently, the Goddesses hadn't thought such knowledge could be useful to a Sage stuck in the realm and needing to bring things from the outside as said Sage hadn't anything with him inside. In consequences, they hadn't put it in the Sage's wisdom book.
His sarcastic "talk about great goddesses" was cut short by the tip of his quill snapping in two for no reason whatsoever and the ink that had been inside shooting, against all logic, up straight into his right eye that wasn't even close to the hand holding the quill.
Grumbling something about learning from pain in self pity, Rauru rubbed his abused eye for the rest of the day and only remembered the next that he had been in the middle of trying to make the teenager that was supposed to become the Hero of Time clean.
As he said, there was a reason why there hadn't been any children in his house when he had still been out there.