The soft lapping of the spring was like music from the water. Birds chirped and called. Light warmed his eyes and he turned his head to shield his face. Something strange and unfamiliar restrained his movement. Still lulled by his state of sleep, he willed his eyes to open and the roof of the tent greeted him. Letting his hand wander up to what held him, he discovered it was warm. Carefully, he looked down and realized that it was an arm. Anne's arm.

Attempting to blink the drowsiness away, he felt a weight on his shoulder and something tickled his cheek. Slowly, and much to his suspicion, he looked over to find Anne's sleeping face. She was using his shoulder as a pillow. He felt as if his breath had been sucked out of him and he tried to pull his shoulder away without disturbing her. With the slightest amount of movement, it looked as if her head would fall if he pulled away too much and that wasn't what he wanted.

He would have to wake her up instead.

In trying to find enough confidence to prod her awake, he realized something. One, he had never been this close to her. Two, he had never seen her while she was asleep. It was amazing how relaxed she looked, her face was completely blank. With this realization came the secondhand realization that her breath feathered across his neck. He found it hard to breathe, but he needed to wake her up. They had a long way to go today.

He lifted his hand and tugged at her arm.

"Anne," he pleaded in a hushed tone, "We need to go. You've gotta wake up."

With that, she stirred a little and rocked her face into his shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, ignoring the way her hair fell over his cheek.

"We have a long way to go and we still have to pack everything up." he started again, still whispering. He wasn't sure why he was being so quiet, but it didn't seem like he had the need to raise his voice anymore.

Her hazel eyes fluttered open and she gave him a blank look, still slowed by her sleepiness. She looked at him, then to her arm. Closing her eyes again she mumbled something.

"Why are you hugging me?" her words blurred together under her breath. Him? Hugging her? His face felt hot with embarrassment.

"Hugging you? I'm not- listen, that's you." he gushed and she opened her eyes again. The realization began to hit her as she pulled her head from his shoulder, which was now incredibly numb. Her eyes widened and she sat up straight, her head hitting the top of the canvas tent.

"I'm not- I didn't… oh my goddess I'm sorry. I can't believe I did that!" She said and covered her face with her palms. He too sat up, his shoulder beginning to feel tingly from the numbness waning away.

"You didn't mean to! It's not a problem, really." He consoled but she shook her head.

"I'm sorry. Just forget that happened." she pulled her hands from her face and ran her fingers through her messy hair. "I'll start outside. You start on the tent." her words came and no sooner she had ducked through the tent entrance.

He sat there, letting his shoulder come back to life and rolling the mattresses up. He couldn't say he blamed her for rushing from the tent. One thing struck him as funny as he finished off deconstructing the tent.

Anne's warning to stay on his side of the tent.

"What's Ordon like?"

Her question rung out in the pleasant ambiance of the sounds of the forest. They were close to Ordon already, the trees of Faron rose overhead and dotted out the sun. Link looked over at her, brought from his daze. He hadn't spoken much the entire morning and she wondered if it was because she creeped him out with the unfortunate tent incident. She still felt sick about it. A terrible note to leave on. She didn't need to worry about it much more. She'd be by herself by nightfall and on the road back home. That's when she could mull over it.

"Ordon? What do you mean?" he asked and she had to reword her question.

"Well, I never really asked you much about it and since we're almost there, I thought you could fill me in about it. Do you like it there, what's the town like, do you have any friends there? That kind of stuff." she elaborated and shifted the reigns to pull out the ginger candy her mom sent with Volmar. The one nice thing that came from that encounter besides getting the sketchbook.

"What do you know about Ordon?" He asked first, which was a good move. She hummed and pulled the wrapped candies from the cloth bag.

"I know that it's known for goat milk. That's it." she gave and held up a candy. "Catch!" She said, not giving him an option and tossing it over to him. He made a grab for it and barely caught it before it fell to the ground.

"Goat milk huh? Other than that, there's not much more to the town. It's small and comfortable. Everyone knows each other and when there's an issue, everyone tries to help out. It's a nice place to live and I really don't think I want to live anywhere else." he said and she nodded along. Unwrapping the candy, he took a bite. After a moment he made a face. "This candy… does it have pepper in it?"

"No, it's ginger so it has a tiny bit of heat. A family recipe." she corrected before making her next point. "What about you? What do you like about it? Are you close with your neighbors?" she asked nonchalantly, fiddling with the crinkling wrapper paper. She wasn't sure why she was asking. Maybe to take her mind off a goodbye or to have something to remember of him. He paused and mulled over an answer.

"The people make the town. Because it's so small, they all treat me like family and in a way they are. Uli is like my mom, Ilia is like my younger sister, and the kids are all like my cousins. It's been that way for as long as I can remember. It's one of the reasons I am who I am now." he said, his moment of reflection hung in the air. She sucked in a breath and exhaled it slowly, the taste of ginger lingering.

"You wanna protect them huh? That explains a lot." she observed. "Just make sure you rest up when you get home. I can't try to make you take it easy after this." she sighed and Link tugged on the reigns, Epona halting in her trot.

Link's expression changed, his eyebrows pulled forward in a glower. Following suit, Anne pulled her horse into a stop.

In front of them was a long, narrow bridge bound by rope. That, in itself, was daunting but it only took a moment to discover what made Link stop in his tracks. Trudging in the middle of the bridge was a bulblin. Each step had the bridge sway, it's back turned towards them.

Without a word, Link pulled his bow from his back and notched an arrow in the blink of an eye. He looked down the shaft of the arrow and after taking a breath, he let the arrow fly.