[ Zelda knows he must have drifted off. She can tell by the way his body goes slack, and when he starts snoring, well. That sort of cinches it. He's heavy when he's deadweight like this, but she somehow manages to maneuver him so he's laying with his back against the bed. She goes about removing his gloves, his boots, takes his shield and the Master Sword, and deposits it all in a corner of her room. Once that's done, she goes back to the bed, pulls her thick comforter over him, and tucks him in.
She can't help but stop and watch him sleep, then. The look on his face is so peaceful- it almost makes her nostalgic. There's a pure innocence on his face there that she hasn't seen in a long, long time, not since their days at the academy, when all they had to worry about was school.
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She can't help but stop and watch him sleep, then. The look on his face is so peaceful- it almost makes her nostalgic. There's a pure innocence on his face there that she hasn't seen in a long, long time, not since their days at the academy, when all they had to worry about was school.
How things have changed. ]