Link blinked his eyes open as sunlight filtered in through their room on Tetra's ship. They had come back from their two-week long honeymoon the night before, and Tetra was eager to head back to the sea straight away. However, sudden exhaustion came over her, and she went to lay down rather shortly after they reached the sea. Link heard her heavy snoring, and frowned. She was so beautiful when she slept, but snoring was uncommon.

'She must've been more exhausted from our trip than she thought.' Link stroked the side of her face gently, and her snoring eased by a bit. 'I'll make her some of grandma's special soup; it'll energize her and be a warm, delicious breakfast.' he grinned, imagining her expression when he presented her the meal.

Striding below deck, he entered a room with a large cauldron in the middle, with locked shelves along the left wall of herbs, spices, and seasoning, an ice chest in the back right corner next to a recipe box, cooking utensils along the back wall, and locked shelves of dishes. Towels hung along the wall to the right of the doorway, and a barrel filled with clean water along with a small countertop and garbage can sat against the wall to the left of the doorway,.

Link rolled up his sleeves and walked over to the barrel, washing his hands.

Grabbing a cutting board and knife, Link began to mince up mushrooms and basil on top of each other, so that when they were cut, the juices would mix as the ingredients bled out. Scraping the pieces into the cauldron, Link put the knife and cutting board into the wash barrel, and then walked over to the ice chest and brought out some pumpkin juice, eggs, butter, chicken broth, and milk.

He set them onto the counter by the wash barrel, and grabbed a blender, whisk, and large bowl. Cracking the eggs into the bowl, Link disposed of the shells and then poured the milk, pumpkin juice, and chicken broth in as well. Lastly, he broke the butter into small chunks, and put them in as well. He blended the mixture on high for a few minutes, and then switched to the whisk.

Putting the blends into the wash barrel, Link whisked the mixture to the consistency of sour cream. Walking over to the cauldron, he poured the liquid base in. After dumping the large bowl and whisk into the wash barrel, he looked out the doorway, perking his ears for anyone who could be coming down the hallway.

Sensing the coast was clear, Link whipped out his bow and arrows. Pulling a flaming arrow from his quiver, her aimed for the coals underneath the cauldron. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep and steady breath. Letting the breath flow out of him, Link let go of the arrow with his eyes still closed, listening as it slid against the bowstring, everything seeming to move in slow motion.

A satisfying whoosh of air being split followed when the arrow detached itself from the string, along with the chunk and crackle of coals being struck to life.

Link put his bow away, and heard the soup begin to boil and churn. Grabbing a long metal ladle from the wall, Link brought out some squid meat and stripped it into the soup, then stirred everything together slowly for several minutes. After the meat was blended in perfectly, he grabbed some honey and cinnamon and put them into the soup.

Stirring them in for a couple more minutes, Link then shot the fire out from underneath the cauldron, leaving the soup to simmer. While it cooled to a warm eating temperature, he washed his hands and grabbed a wooden tray and spoon, clay cup, and a clay bowl.

Grabbing a slice of soft white sugar bread, cheese, and grapes, Link set the cheese and bread on the side of the tray, placing the cheese atop the bread upon a small side plate, and squeezed the grapes into the cup. Next, he picked a small blue flower that was inside a special decorative herb shelf. Placing the bowl in the center of the tray, the cup in the top right corner, the spoon on the right side, the blue flower to the left, and the small plate of cheese and bread on the top left, Link grinned.

Proud of his work, he quickly washed and dried the dishes, and put them up quickly. Changing the water, Link then washed his hands.

Stepping up to the cauldron, he grabbed the bowl and filled it to the brim with soup. Placing it back in the center of the tray, he dusted his hands off. After a moment of consideration, he also decided to set out spoons and bowls for the rest of the crew- and not to mention a mop and wash bucket.

Walking back to Tetra, he walked in to see her sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her skin had a green tinge, however, so she obviously wasn't feeling well. "Hi, honey." he said softly. She looked up at him, and he took a step forward when she smiled. "Hi." He sat at the foot of the bed. "I'll set this aside; I don't think you look up to it." he looked into her eyes; if only he could make her well.

"No ... I can ea-" Link held up his hand, cutting her off.

"It's fine. In sickness and in health, right?" he smiled, subconsciously twisting his wedding ring. She fell back against her pillow with a sigh. "Yeah, whatever ..." she crossed her arms. Link scooted up to her waist, and began to rub her stomach. "I know it-"

Tetra's eyes went wide, and she began to retch violently. Link jumped up, but she managed to hold down whatever was trying to come up.

"I'm going to go get a bucket." he said, and she clutched her forehead and mouth, murmuring with her eyes closed, "Please do." He strode out the door, and grabbed a bucket. Walking into the kitchen and waving to the crew, he put a rag in the bottom of the bucket, and then placed an inch-thick layer of salt over the rag. After quickly gulping two bowls of soup and a cup of milk, he headed back to his wife.

Once he was in their room again, Tetra had obviously eaten the breakfast he made. Although touched, Link felt an edge of frustration; he wanted her to stay healthy. Setting the bucket next to the bed, he sat next to her again. "I see you ate the breakfast."

"Yes. Sorry, but I felt really bad about the whole deal. Besides, I feel so much better." she looked down, upset with herself. Link took her hand. "Please, don't lie."

Tetra looked back into his gentle and caring face, seeing the emotion in his eyes. She blushed. "I ... I'm sorry." The boat then gave a violent tilt, and she was sent tumbling into him. However, Link was as solid as a wall, and managed to stay a sitting position. Her head was in his chest, and her stomach was rolling. "Ooh ... That made things worse!" she groaned.

He began to rub her back, and rested his mouth on the back of her head. "I'm sure this is just exhaustion mixed with the long separation you had away from the sea. You really need to rest." he spoke into her hair.

Tetra sighed in defeat, and decided to lay back down. "I'll go check on the crew." Link said, and kissed her forehead. "When I come back, I want to see you sleeping." he walked to the door. "Promise me?" Tetra, being the kind to push herself too far, closed her eyes for once. "I promise. And I love you." She forced herself to relax, and heard him opening the door. "I love you too." then the door was closed.

As his footsteps sounded down the hall and then out on deck, Tetra slipped further and further into sleep.

Suddenly, Tetra woke up from a huge pain in her abdomen. "Oh, Din! This hurts so bad ..." she groaned, rolling over. Unfortunately, this was the wrong move to make. Feeling motion sick, Tetra gave a heave, and began to retch loudly. She vomited into the bucket for several minutes. As she sat gasping for breath, Link ran in just in time to see her heaving once more.

"Tetra!" he called, racing over to hold back her hair, which had fallen out of its bun. Strings of vomit hung from her mouth and chin, and he used a tissue to wipe all of it away. Tears ran from her face from being out of breath and in pain, and she just began to sob against his chest.

"We're going to stop by Windfall Island to see what's wrong with your body." he decided.

Tetra nodded weakly, curling into his lap. She was really worried; she never felt like this, even after being on land for a long time. What on Din's good earth could be wrong with someone who was supposed to be the Princess of Hyrule?