[He's not the only one who is a little distracted; Zelda takes a deep breath as they exit the hall, a slight sense of relief briefly washing over her. She's gotten better about being around people lately, but big, lively crowds like that one are still a bit too much for her to handle. Now that she has fresh air and comparative quiet around her, she'll surely be able to figure out what she was doing here in the first place!
... Or not, as Cú catches her by the wrist and any concentration she might have summoned up is immediately broken by ridiculous innuendo. There's a brief moment where the implication leaves her stunned silent, long ears flicking back as her fluster dusts both them and her cheeks pink. But she recovers quickly enough, thanks in part to how pathetic he looks and sounds, and she would hardly do Impa proud if a simple wrist-hold was enough to leave her defenseless. So she frees herself with a flick of her wrist and then reverses the grip, holding his own as she levels him with the best stern expression she can muster while her blush is still receding. Hopefully he didn't break any of the bones in his arm or hand, or else this is probably a bit more painful than she is intending.]
I believe I told you not to be stupid. [Hand holding "for good luck," flirting when an average man would be incapacitated with pain, honestly.] You have everyone worried about you, you know.
cu why is this what you choose to be
... Or not, as Cú catches her by the wrist and any concentration she might have summoned up is immediately broken by ridiculous innuendo. There's a brief moment where the implication leaves her stunned silent, long ears flicking back as her fluster dusts both them and her cheeks pink. But she recovers quickly enough, thanks in part to how pathetic he looks and sounds, and she would hardly do Impa proud if a simple wrist-hold was enough to leave her defenseless. So she frees herself with a flick of her wrist and then reverses the grip, holding his own as she levels him with the best stern expression she can muster while her blush is still receding. Hopefully he didn't break any of the bones in his arm or hand, or else this is probably a bit more painful than she is intending.]
I believe I told you not to be stupid. [Hand holding "for good luck," flirting when an average man would be incapacitated with pain, honestly.] You have everyone worried about you, you know.