"So Zelda's come down with a cold, huh?" Prima asked as she pulled sheets from off one of the mattress beds on the second floor of the inn. Link, who was standing near her with his hands in his pockets, nodded. "Well, she'll definitely need a few days off to recover then. It can't be helped. I've been working her pretty hard, and for someone who's not used to it, I'm honestly surprised it hadn't happened sooner."

"Yeah, Celessa said something similar," Link said.

Though he was engaged in his conversation with Prima, his eyes weren't on her, instead choosing to focus on the traveler who was sitting in a chair next to one of the freshly stripped beds. It was the same man he had pelted with a snowball a week earlier, though now the welt on his forehead had almost entirely disappeared. While Link was eyeing him, the traveler seemed unaware of him, as he was invested in the map he was holding in one hand and a snack in his other.

"How's he doing?" Link asked, refusing to take his eyes off him. Prima, who was shoving the sheets she had pulled off the beds into a large basket, paused and looked up to see what he was looking at.

"You mean the traveler you gave a concussion?" she asked.

"That's an exaggerated way of putting it," Link mumbled.

"He's better. In fact, he's leaving later today," Prima replied, ignoring his condemnation.

"Today, huh…"

"Hey, no funny ideas, you," Prima said, pointing a finger at him. "You're the reason he's been here as long as he has in the first place. If you're so worried about someone taking Zelda away from you, focus on Teli; he's one serious flirt."

"He wouldn't try to do that," Link said immediately, yet Prima simply rolled her eyes before heaving her basket of sheets off the floor. "He wouldn't! Besides, Zelda wouldn't fall for someone like him."

"I dunno, Link. You aren't much of a charmer yourself with how you've been acting," she shot at him as she began heading down the stairs, ignoring Joute's drunken call for another drink near one of the other beds. "You're making her desperate."

"Yeah, actually, speaking about desperation," Link said, following after her. "That was your idea, wasn't it? The whole maid front she put up?"

"Oh, so she actually followed through with it?" Prima grinned as they made their way down the stairs. "Have you come to thank me?"

"I wouldn't say thank…" Link mumbled, yet Prima only cheekily glanced back at him.

"Are you saying you didn't like it?" she asked. Link could only frown. "That's what I thought. How far did you guys get?"

"Not far at all because she got that cold," Link sighed before shaking his head to recompose himself. "That's beside the point; I'd rather not have to deal with random silly ideas right now—"

"You're so boring, Link," Prima sighed as she set the basket of sheets next to the front desk. "That's why Teli has a chance to take her away from you, as small as it might be."

"What about me?" Teli yelled from the dining hall.

"Nothing! Stop eavesdropping!" Prima yelled back. She faintly heard him mumble something about simply hearing his name before turning her attention back to Link. "I'm just saying, she wants to be seen as a woman, not something that simply needs to be protected."

"And I wish I was seen as a person who knows what he's dealing with instead of being tricked into dropping my guard," Link said. "I overheard Celessa and Zelda talking about that."

"By the goddess, Link," Prima groaned. "She wanted you to look at her first and foremost. She wasn't trying to trick you or anything. Yes, she wanted you to rest, but that was more of a bonus than anything."

"Well, that's not what it seemed like," Link said.

"Do you really think she's that shallow?" Prima glared.

"Of course not, I know Zelda, and now I really know she honestly wants to progress our relationship," he answered. "I just wish she would stop trying to pull me away from my duty."

"And she wishes you would stop pulling yourself away from her," Prima said. "Especially for some imaginary person."

"He's not imaginary," Link said darkly. "He's a threat."

"Then where is he? When's the last time you've seen him?" she asked. When he didn't answer, she nodded. "Exactly, Link. I know at least a little of what you two have gone through— Celessa has talked about it non-stop all week— and I'm sorry you experienced all of it, but how come Zelda is handling things better than you are right now?"

"Because Zelda hasn't seen what I've seen. No one has," Link said simply, vividly remembering the withering old monk that had been guiding him only a few months prior. "I'm the only one here who knows what it's like to be reminded of what I lost a hundred years ago, and the weight that sits on my shoulders to this day. Heck, I've got even more trials ahead of me that I need to bear through. With all that in mind, I… I can't lose anyone else, Prima. Not to some assassin."

"Look, I don't know what any of that means," Prima said. "But what I do know is that you are losing yourself to this."

"I can't just ignore this, Prima," Link debated. "I have to get it handled."

"Okay, but can you honestly say you're handling it well?" Prima asked. "You don't even have proof that this guy is here."

"He's an assassin," he argued. "They're trained to cover their tracks."

"I also heard they're kind of goofy," Prima said.

"This one's different, again, you haven't gone against him like I have," Link replied. "Even if he isn't here right now—which I feel he is— he could appear at any moment."

"Link…" Prima sighed. "I've said this before, but I know you live in a different world from us. While I still get that, you're pushing away everyone around you. Stop focusing on someone who currently isn't. It's been a month now, and there hasn't been any sign of this guy. Yiga don't enter places like this; they never have."

"They never have…" Link repeated. "Right… Sure…"

"I care about you, Link," Prima said. "I really do. I'd like to think we've become closer friends ever since Zelda started working here. Everyone in the village wants to see you get better, including me. Stop distancing yourself, and stop neglecting your lover. I swear I don't know how you can stay so composed around her so often."

"I mean, I lost that composure earlier," he muttered in response, to which Prima grinned.

"So you did enjoy it," she giggled. As Link slightly blushed, though his face remained somewhat cold, Prima bent down and lifted the basket again and began heading towards the large front doors. "Oh, by the way, a new traveler checked in earlier, a girl. When she returns, I better not see a welt on her forehead. I'm coming for you myself if I do."

"Sure, I got it," he replied in a monotone voice.

With a nod Prima disappeared into the snow, closing the doors behind her. Sighing, Link leaned his back against the side of the desk and folded his arms. He brought his hands to his face before sliding them up to push his bangs back.

What was the point of even telling her all of that? Link asked himself internally as he closed his eyes. I knew she wouldn't understand, and yet I just kind of blurted it out. All she got from it was that I'm just neglecting Zelda. I'm not trying to neglect her… I feel alone, and not alone—like someone is watching— at all times. How am I supposed to deal with that, huh?

"Hey, Link!" someone suddenly called out to him. He opened his eyes to see Teli appearing from the dining hall and heading toward him.

"What's up, Teli?" he asked as the silver-haired traveler stopped in front of him.

"Nothing much, I just couldn't help but notice Prima had mentioned my name earlier," he said. "I can't help but wonder if she was talking bad about me again. If she was, I'm going to give her an earful."

"Well, she wasn't. She was talking about my issues," Link sighed. "Besides, do you really think you could give her an earful?"

"Anyone would listen to someone as dashing as I am, wouldn't you agree?" Teli asked.

"Right, of course," Link agreed nonchalantly, having long accepted the traveler's over-the-top personality since their first encounter almost a year ago. "Sorry to cut our chat short, Teli, but I gotta run. I've got shopping to do."

"Oh, alright then. Hope to see you around then, Link," Teli said, turning to head back to the dining hall. "I never see you during the weekends here at the inn anymore."

"I've been a little preoccupied," Link said, heading towards the door. Suddenly, he paused and looked back. "Hey, Teli."

"Yeah?" he called back, peering from the dining hall's door frame.

"Zelda and I are together," Link said simply. The silver-haired traveler blinked.

"Yeah, I know," he said after a pause.

"Okay… Yeah… Thanks," Link said before disappearing out the front doors. Teli raised an eyebrow.

"What was that about?"

...

"Welcome!" Pruce called out as the door to his shop opened again. "Ah, good evening, Link."

"Hey, Pruce," Link said, giving a simple wave to the man with the scrunched-up face. Noticing the bundle of arrows that sat on the store owner's counter, he added, "sorry, I'm still not in the market for arrows."

"Ah, don't worry about it," he said. "This might as well just be for fun. Clears the head, you could say."

"Having a rough time with Amira?" Link asked as he headed to the shelving with hearty truffles on display.

"Ah, you know her," Pruce answered. "Though, she has been in a bit of a sour mood these past few weeks, ever since she got back from the drinking at the inn that one day. She and Nikki had a rough time apparently, though she didn't say what. I wonder what coulda happened."

"Yeah, I wonder…" Link mumbled as he began shifting through the basket of large, dark fruits.

"Yeah… How's you and Zelda going?" Pruce asked. "It's nice to hear about young love."

"We're… okay," Link said quietly. "It just feels like we aren't on the same page, even on things we both want. Actually, it feels like that with everyone I talk to these days."

"I see… You still love her though, don't you?" Pruce asked.

"Without a doubt," Link answered, choosing a truffle from the stack to bring to eye level. "I just don't really know what I'm supposed to do here."

"Well, your heart will guide ya," Pruce said. "I know it's gotta be different for ya, living with someone now. A traveler like yourself used to be alone all the time, yeah? Can't do whatever you please now that you've got someone attached to your hip."

"Yeah, exactly," Link said, finally finding a few truffles that met his standards.

"Would you change it though?" Pruce asked.

"Generally speaking, no," Link answered, walking up to the counter. "But if I could change a few things, I definitely would."

"You'll figure it out," Pruce encouraged as he counted up the truffles. "I believe in ya."

I'm glad someone does, Link thought as he reached into his pouch, already knowing what the cost of the ingredients would be. At this point, I'm pretty sure everyone I've talked to about this has told me that I'm overreacting or crazy. Mainly Zelda. I have to keep an eye out… I have to be ready, at all times, but… Prima is right. It's been a while since I've actually seen him, if he was even real. I just can't shake this feeling though—

"Link, is that you?" a familiar voice suddenly said from behind him.

With his hand still in his pouch, he turned to see a woman standing behind him. She looked almost as surprised as he was to see her. She looked the same as when he last saw her back in Gerudo Town, with the same purple haircut covering one of her blue eyes. Link blinked.

"Jules… Hey…" he said awkwardly.

"What's with that greeting?" Jules asked, narrowing her eyes. "Now that I know it's you, I would have thought you'd be happy to see me, unless… are you upset about what happened before?"

"What happened before…?" Link repeated before his memory clicked. "Right… you're the whole reason Zelda got drunk that day I left her with you at the Noble Canteen."

"Yeah… I'm still really sorry about that," Jules chuckled awkwardly, bringing her hands together in front of her. "I really let my emotions get the best of me when I'm drunk, huh?"

"I'm curious to know exactly what emotions got the best of you that day," Link said with disproving eyes.

"That's… a secret," Jules mumbled, averting her eyes. Link stared at her for a moment before his eyes softened.

"You're different when you're not completely wasted," he said.

"In what regard?" she asked, furrowing her own brow at his comment.

"You seem easier to talk to, like I'm talking to the real you and not the… Well…" he replied. Caught off guard by his response, all Jules could do was a hum in response.

"Uh, Link," Pruce suddenly interjected.

"Oh, sorry about that," Link said to the clerk. He pulled his hand out of his bag and relinquished the rupees before taking the truffles into his arm.

"Not to worry, I was just curious about who this young lady was," he said, gesturing to Jules who now stood beside him. "Ya seem to know her."

"Yeah, she's a good friend of mine," Link said, now looking down at his belt as he measured to see if the truffles he had bought would fit in the pouch. "I knew I should have grabbed the Sheikah Slate… Yeah, she's a friend; we met in Gerudo Town."

"I see, well, it's nice to meet ya," Pruce said, nodding his head in greeting. "Ya must be a friend of Zelda's too if you're friends with Link here."

"I'm not sure about that one," Jules said awkwardly, yet Link shook his head.

"I'd say you guys are. You helped her cook one day after the fact, didn't you?" he asked. "Zelda isn't really the type of person to accept help from someone she doesn't take kindly to. Trust me, I know."

Again, Jules could only hum in response.

"Well, anyway, what brings ya in?" Pruce asked her.

"Huh? Oh, right," Jules said, remembering the reason she had come into the East Wind. She reached into the pouch on her waist and pulled out a few gemstones. "I was hoping I could sell these. I picked them up during my journey."

"Ah, it's been a while since I've bought some rarities like these," Pruce said after she had placed the stones on the counter. "If you give me a moment, I can inspect them and see what they're worth."

"Please and thank you," Jules said with a nod of her head.

"I'm gonna head out of here then, I don't want to hold you up," Link said as he began to head towards the door. "I'll see you around, Jules—"

"Wait, you're leaving?" Jule asked, turning on her heel. Link paused and turned back to her.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" he asked.

"I mean, nothing's wrong," Jules said. "It's just, we've just met up after not seeing each other in a while. I've been alone on the road since I left Gerudo Town, so it would be nice to finally spend time with a friend."

She smiled at him, yet Link frowned.

"Sorry, Jules," he said apologetically. "I wish I could, but you've actually come at a bad time."

"Really? Is everything all right?" she asked curiously. Link shrugged.

"It kinda… depends on who you are, really," he said. "For me… I guess I've just got a lot of things in my head. Still, I can't talk about it now, Zelda's homesick, and I really need to get back to her."

"So you and her live together, huh?" Jules asked. " Wait, Zelda's sick? It's hard to imagine someone as stubborn as her falling ill."

"You're telling me," Link sighed as he again began to head toward the door.

"Wait! I'll walk with you," Jules called out to him again. "Pruce looks like he's almost done, so it'll only be a second."

"Really? But, Jules, I live in the opposite direction from the inn," Link said, just now putting together she was probably the traveler Prima mentioned earlier. "That's pretty out of the way."

"It's fine! I'll help you carry those truffles in your arms," Jules insisted. "Just wait for just a moment, okay?"

And she's back to her usual self, Link thought as Jules turned her attention back to Pruce. Well, Celessa said that Zelda's sickness wasn't going to just go away, and she's there watching over her. Still…

Though Link told himself this, and did wait for Jules to finish up, he subconsciously began tapping his foot against the floorboards, itching to get back home. The longer he was away, the better chance someone could slip near the house without him being there to notice. Regardless of his impatience, it was just as she said; the transaction had only taken a few more seconds before the two had left the building together.

"Here, hand some of those over," Jules said, holding out her hands as they began walking down the snowy road. Reluctantly, Link allowed her to take some out of his arms. "There, that should be easier to carry."

"Thanks," he said. "Still, you really didn't have to walk with me, I told you my house was a little away."

"Come on, Link, just accept the help," Jules sighed. "I get something out of this, you know."

"Really?" Link asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I get to see where you live," Jules chuckled. "I've wondered what kind of place the hero lives in."

"It's not all that special," Link said in his usual monotone voice. Jules simply smiled though.

"Well, maybe not, but I also get to see the real you," she said. When Link gave her a confused look, she clarified, "the you without women's clothing. You look much more like a guy now, though you still have those pretty feminine features."

"I'm not sure if I should be happy about that," he replied, igniting a chuckle from his companion.

"You should, I'm jealous of those eyelashes," she said. "Though, I'm not all that jealous of those bags under your eyes. I've only ever seen you like that one other time, and that was when you appeared in Gerudo Town after your encounter with a foe."

"When was… Oh, yeah," Link murmured. "That was after the Yiga attack in Akkala and I went straight to Gerudo Town to talk to Riju about them. I was a mess back then; they always seem to be causing me issues."

"You say that as if they still are, though that same night, you and the rest of the Gerudo stormed their hideout and captured them all," Jules said. Slowly she came to a stop. "Link, is there something going on again?"

After taking a few more steps in front of her, Link soon came to a stop as well, though he didn't turn around. He didn't speak for a moment, allowing Jules to stare at his backside for some time before sighing.

"It's nothing," he finally said. "I think I've spoken about it enough. It's just something I have to deal with on my own."

"It doesn't seem like 'just nothing', though," Jules said sternly. "We're friends, aren't we? If you tell me, I'm sure I could–"

"You can't do anything, and probably wouldn't if you could," Link said with a sigh. "Look, really, it's fine. You wouldn't understand."

"But that won't stop me from listening to you, would it?" she said. "Link… When you were in the bar during your trips to Gerudo Town, you didn't drink. Even so, you spent time with me and even tried to help me when I went a bit overboard, even though you didn't really understand what I was going through… What I am going through."

Jules looked down at her feet for a moment before taking a quick deep breath.

"You asked me for help once, and that was when you needed me to keep Zelda company, and I… I really blew it. I honestly thought I ruined our friendship because of that. I was happy to hear you call me a friend back there in the store. Please… Let me try and make up for it. Talk to me and tell me what's going on, even if I won't understand. I'll still listen."

At this, Link turned around to face her. His eyes were almost cold and his brow was furrowed. This was one of the few times Jules had ever seen him allow himself to show emotion on his face.

"I think there's a Yiga here," he said stiffly. "One got away, and Zelda and I encountered him on the road before. I think he's here, watching us, waiting to strike, and toying with me while he does. But I haven't properly seen him. I have no actual proof that he's here."

"Really… and you still think he's here?" Jules asked. Link nodded.

"No one believes me though," Link said with a frown. "Because of… events that happened before we settled here, people think I'm just paranoid. Even Zelda."

"Even Zelda? Because you don't have proof?" Jules asked. Link nodded.

"I can't blame them… I'm having a hard time believing myself too," he said, closing his eyes and sighing. "It's like everyone said; Yiga don't usually enter populated places, and I can't argue with that. I've never seen them—"

"But they have."

Link's eyes snapped open. He immediately caught Jules unwavering blue eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"They have snuck into places, and ones much more guarded than here," she said. "Link, don't you remember what happened with the Thunder Helm back in the desert? The Yiga… They snuck into the palace and stole it from right under the guard's noses. I was there in Gerudo Town when it happened."

"T-they did," Link said. "They did do that… I didn't think of it because I didn't see it. I only went to retrieve it…"

"Yeah," Jules said, taking a few steps forward as she began looking around. "So one's probably here, huh? Well, you are right, there isn't much I can do to help with that—"

"Wait, hold on," Link said with wide eyes. "Do you… Do you actually…?"

"Mhm. I believe you," Jules said simply, looking back at him with pure eyes. "I know how the Yiga are thanks to my time in the desert. It's still rare for them to enter towns, so I can't say that whoever this Yiga is for certain is around, but I have no reason to think it isn't something to consider."

Link stood in place, simply staring at her. He almost couldn't believe his eyes. Someone believed him, even if only a little. Jules believed him.

"Hey, it's starting to get late isn't it?" Jules said. "You need to get back to Zelda."

"Y-yeah… Oh! Yeah, I do," Link said, shaking his head to snap out of his trance. "Shoot, and Celessa is still there, probably waiting to go home."

"Well, we should get a move on then," Jules said. "You can worry about the Yiga later. For now, focus on her getting better."

The two started back up the path up the mountainside before crossing the bridge over to where Link's house sat.

"Well, this is it," Link said. "It's not much, but it's our home."

"You're right, it really isn't all that special," Jules teased, to which Link frowned. "I'm kidding. Here, take these back."

"You don't want to come in and say hi to Zelda?" Link asked, taking the truffles back into his arms.

"Link, I know you think we're friends but… Look, it's more complicated than that. I'm sure I'll see her around, but… I'm not sure she'll be too excited to see me. We went our separate ways with more of a… mutual understanding," she explained. "Just… trust me on that."

Though he still looked a bit confused, Link simply nodded. Unexpectedly, Jules reached out and lightly pressed her fist against his chest.

"I know you have the Yiga to worry about, and I get it," she said calmly. "But, do try and get some sleep. You look like you could pass out at any moment."

"I… can't promise—" he began, yet Jules had already turned and had started walking back towards the bridge.

He stared, watching as twilight began to cover the land before turning to enter the home. Little did he know that Jules had stopped at the base of the bridge and turned back to eye the house.

Zelda… What are you doing? She asked internally, furrowing her brow in frustration before disappearing across the bridge.

...

It wasn't long after Link returned home that the food was prepared. Choosing not to stay for dinner, seeing as she had ingredients she had recently bought earlier that day waiting for her at the inn, Celessa had returned home. After seeing her off at the door, he took the bowl of food and headed back up the stairs, where Zelda was attempting to sit up.

"Are you sure you should be up like that?" Link asked, taking a seat in the now empty chair next to the bed.

"How am I supposed to eat if I'm laying down?" Zelda asked, finally able to get herself into a sitting position. Only now did Link notice that she had been changed out of her maid outfit and into her simple old tunic, probably with the help of Celessa.

"I could feed you," Link said, to which Zelda frowned.

"I'm not a child, I'm just ill," she steamed, "and I'm feeling a bit better now that I'm not… Well, you know."

"Whatever you say," Link said with a small smile as he handed the bowl of food over to her. "It's a simple mushroom soup with mainly hearty truffles in it. I know they won't heal you, but it should still make you feel a bit better."

"Thank you," Zelda said, placing the food on her lap. "It looks good. I wish I could smell it, but it seems my nose is a bit stuffed up…"

"That would explain why you couldn't smell dinner from yesterday," Link said, leaning back in the chair. "Sorry I didn't notice. I've never really been sick before."

"You've really been gifted the perfect body by the goddess, haven't you?" Zelda sighed, to which Link shrugged.

"I thought I was chosen, not gifted," he replied. "Though, I guess I was technically gifted the Master Sword, if that counts."

"I'd say it does," Zelda chuckled tiredly before lifting the soup to her lips to take a sip. After taking a few small gulps, she gave a breath of relief. "That feels much better. My throat got a bit sore after you left. I guess I really came down after our little moment…"

"Yeah, your body was getting really hot near the end there… temperature-wise, I mean," Link clarified, averting his eyes at the memory of her on top of him. Zelda blushed, choosing to focus her gaze on the soup in her hands.

"Y-yes, I felt it, but I thought I was just in the… heat of the moment, I suppose," she said quietly. "I-I'm really sorry we didn't get to finish. I… I know you said you couldn't stop yourself, and then I just had to collapse—"

"No! No, it's fine," Link said, immediately turning his attention toward her. "You're sick, and I'm glad we noticed before anything went too far. That wouldn't have ended well for the first time, so it's a good thing. That we noticed! Not that you're sick."

"Y-yes, of course," Zelda agreed.

The two sat in silence for a while, allowing Link to listen to the gentle sounds of Zelda sipping the soup he had made for her. Though they seemed at peace for the first time in a while, Link was internally struggling. He wanted to ask, to bring up the issue he had, yet he knew it could start something if he did.

"I'm sorry I couldn't heal you," he said suddenly. Raising an eyebrow, Zelda looked at him.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Elixirs and food only work on physical injuries. They wouldn't work on illnesses," he explained. "At least, that's what Celessa said. I was hoping I could get you back on your feet as soon as today so that…"

He paused. He wanted to mention that he didn't want her to be a sitting duck for the Yiga, yet this would, again, only start something between them. Before he could come up with something else to say, Zelda giggled.

"It's fine, don't worry about stuff like that," she said with a smile. "I'm sure Prima will be fine on her own for a few days. It's not as if I'm in the middle of learning like I was, so a few days to recover will be perfectly fine."

"Right. Yeah," Link said simply, going along with the reasoning Zelda had assumed. "I was going to go as far as to get Mipha's power and try that on you."

"Link, that would have been doing way too much for something minor like this," she scolded. "We… We put their powers away to allow the last piece of their spirits to rest. I… I know we may need them in the future at some given time, maybe, but… Not for something like this."

"I know, I'm sorry. I felt guilty thinking about it myself," Link admitted. I just don't want anyone to get you while you're down like this. That cursed assassin—

"It's okay, it's just, I don't mind resting like this for a while," Zelda said. "I have to practice what I preach, right—?"

"Zelda, why did you do the maid thing earlier today?"

He hadn't meant for the question to come out. Zelda's eyes grew wide, and even Link himself seemed taken aback by his sudden slip, yet, he furrowed his brow and allowed it to sit.

"I… I told you, didn't I?" Zelda murmured, averting her eyes as the light shade of red that covered her cheeks became a bit deeper. "I w-wanted to show you that I was interested in those things, and to… and to reconnect with you. Why do you ask? What's wrong?"

"N-nothing. Sorry," Link said, but Zelda shook her head.

"No, you brought that up for a reason," she said, looking over at him worriedly. "D-did I do something wrong? Did you really not like the m-maid service?"

"I did! I did, really," he answered quickly. "I appreciate it a lot, it's just… You… Nothing. It's just a me thing."

"Did… Did you want to talk?" Zelda asked, again averting her gaze. "You said we would talk later."

"Yeah, and it'll still be later," Link said. "Don't worry about it right now. You're sick, remember? I'm sorry for saying something like that while you're like this. Are you done with your food?"

"Yes, thank you," Zelda said, still not looking at him.

With a nod, he took the now empty bowl away from her and watched as she slowly laid herself back down. Helping her pull the sheets back over her body, Link smiled at her before heading back down the stairs to clean the dish and ladle he had used to cook with. While his face was calm and collected, mentally he was kicking himself. He had already gotten confirmation from Prima that, while it was true that Zelda did intend for him to rest after her maid scheme, she did truly want to express her feelings to him. Still, while he understood that, it bothered him deep down, and hearing it from Prima at the moment just wasn't enough. She still tried to distract him.

Jules believes me. Someone finally believes me, Link thought as he stood at the counter and wiped down the bowl. But, why couldn't it be you who does?