[Ion gets a tired nod in response, much like a sullen child after a tantrum.] Milk, please?

[Sola still keeps some in his bottle in the sylladex, but he's also relatively diligent about bringing fresh milk home for his roommates as well and there should be some in the fridge.

The forlorn Hylian shifts a bit, maneuvering himself to fit better against Signless.] I'm really sorry I worried you, but I don't know what to do.